Joe Gibson
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CigarettesA Poem by Joe GibsonCigarettesBullets lined her teethsheltering her intentionsa tongue tied to a grenade pinwaiting to blow memetaphorically ,of courseif looks could kill.. |
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Made of glassA Poem by Joe GibsonMade Of GlassWe’re all so fragileand easily brokenglass hearts pump shards of life through a hollowed vesselwhat's the purpose of breathing if y.. |
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In This BoxA Poem by Joe GibsonIn This Box paint me a rainbowwith shades of greysand hues of blackssmeared on a nightclub napkinuse trembling fingersand blurred visionas the fire si.. |
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Perks Of Being A Dull FlowerA Poem by Joe GibsonThe Perks Of Being, A Dull FlowerShe said she’s always wanted to f**k a poetmine never come trueso who am I to deny dreams?deviated words slithe.. |
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Please Remove Your ShoesA Poem by Joe GibsonEnjoy |
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The SandmanA Poem by Joe GibsonEnjoy |
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The Beauty In Sunken EyeA Poem by Joe GibsonEnjoy |
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PerceptionA Poem by Joe GibsonEnjoy |
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Id, ego, SuperegoA Poem by Joe GibsonA friendly conversation |
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Nine o' ThreeA Poem by Joe GibsonYou decide the ending |
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