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Weekend visitation

A Poem by timothygalexander

My eyes turn red from the blood flowing to my head. "You will not see them" Her voice unmistakably dead. Spite and offense; her motives are plain...

You won't do it

A Poem by timothygalexander

......You won't do it ......You're full of s**t The drag begins to smooth The burning turns to elation .....You did it .....I knew you would Dis..

The DR

A Poem by timothygalexander

The DR A burnt cup of coffee in my hand keeps me from sliding from my chair. My hand supports my head and the tearful table has dried from my s..

buzz

A Poem by timothygalexander

poem about a girl

morning dew

A Poem by timothygalexander

Cell block 5 and I am dimOff white walls, sectioned by drab green trimA false prison a helpless heapLife I hear but the time just creepsDistant yet cl..

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