timothygalexander
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Weekend visitationA Poem by timothygalexanderMy 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... |
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You won't do itA 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.. |
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The DRA Poem by timothygalexanderThe 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.. |
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buzzA Poem by timothygalexanderpoem about a girl |
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morning dewA Poem by timothygalexanderCell 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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