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A Poem by jenn
Baby buddhas bounce
near dandelions
I hear them whisper
(I’ve noticed a propensity for
giggling)
they often talk of tigers
or cupcakes o..
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A Poem by jenn
The moment I got lost in you was innocuous.
It was not your lips exploring my teeth in a parking lot,
or the first night I slept in nothing but yo..
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