Reflexing SlowA Poem by j.t. Nawn i hope you feel something reading this. hello circle bodies entrapped in cotton web (forever silve r) never walk up so falling into alone ness the best hides in hotel room snow all risINg jaws of wolves tearing so close (a howl) ! left somewhere notice, able watching clouds gravity is holding precious us in town we survive the gray needles polluting stable rivers (break)/ in hot sun huffing into metallic rosebush teeth loud red color breathless into canvas (a room a heart)
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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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