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the key to your (cough) heart
A Poem by
schanzilla
let's lesson learned brake kinetic revelations love mysteries but not seek answers friction, baby it's best decisive pick up lines only work the ..
-4:08:22
A Poem by
schanzilla
i dunno; sometimes i just like the way words bounce off each other, even if it comes across as complete gibberish. oh well. enjoy.
like Romeo and what's-her-name
A Poem by
schanzilla
heard her friends when they argued against me kept my soul unknown so i'd be classified empty and there was word after word but none categorized me ..
cartoon guitar
A Poem by
schanzilla
broken down like the plaid of the couch that i crashed on pissed away year and a half like it was someone else's life clove cigarette stink in her h..
no splash
A Poem by
schanzilla
"every day i wake up and i know it's not going to get any better until i go back to bed." - Al Bundy
Grove St./Glen Park
A Poem by
schanzilla
there she sits unbroken pretty cool at the calmer noons i exhale she lightly kicks the leaves and laughs and leaves me so much in a daydream ro..
over me
A Poem by
schanzilla
with a roach still burning in the back room i'm worn out Crystal in the corner, slipping from the fabled mountain the freaky freakies on the flora ..
yeah, about that...
A Poem by
schanzilla
solid in the shower rinse the day off, takes an hour you need a good water heater for that step into the bedroom nothing missing, nothing followed..
my mom still buys my clothes
A Poem by
schanzilla
you want an inch of me but you won't say how your robin songs, my cargo pants more ash as relates to necessity, compulsion the pure drive of you y..
in my California King
A Poem by
schanzilla
little bitter, come to listen to the random raindrop patterns ripple simply outward, onward on their march stare at the ceiling from some distance ..
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