GlycolysisA Poem by j.t. Nawnunderneath my silhouette it's always "liek" dusk. i hear a marching band in the fog, a damp echo, some dilute nightmare. i still exhale you. an illuminated allegory i will forever see. i sense it's fundamental, like an imperfect cell wanning away inside my smoke filled lungs. unable.
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j.t. NawnWorcester, MAAboutinside a child's water pistol, i am asleep. and probably somewhere nice. My name is Jake. I am a creative writing major living in a pack of cigarettes because she is there too. more..Writing
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