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an errant thought.A Poem by Joyes,there is somethingdelightfully delicious inthis denouement,the taboo in you. |
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unmapped.A Poem by JoSometimes I feel like I’m forgingroads that don’t existto places that stay unmappedto people who don’t breatheto hearts that never b.. |
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amuse boucheA Poem by Joit felt like drowning only i liked it that you were filling my lungs that i couldn’t breathe that i was grasping at your shirt my hands flutteri.. |
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Indicia of a Writer.A Story by JoMy first attempt at writing something to make people laugh. |
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a Tete-a-Tete with W. ShakespeareA Poem by JoMy response to Sonnet 116. |
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no more standing beneath bridges.A Poem by Jothis is a poem I wrote for my friend who texted me a midnight beneath a bridge in London, lamenting over some jerk ex-boyfriend. |
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I can't stand how our shadows...A Poem by JoI can’t stand how our shadows get tocriss-cross and dance together on the sidewalkbeneath therhythmic suneven thoughI can’t touchyou. |
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there may have been loveA Poem by Jothere may have beenlove in the way you stretched my neckand tumbled your hand up my thigh.but love walked out thedoor that day with a pair ofpatent le.. |
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