Jetbrown
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The SpellA Poem by JetbrownN*****s cold like hazel eyes unblinking. Copper bristles erect between chests, stand.. |
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Traveling HighA Poem by JetbrownStaring to the clouded walls, gazing .. My mind elevates, I follow close behind it, the Shadow in.. |
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Black Pen, RightA Poem by JetbrownI wish I could have the pen in your hand. Obedient pens. They learn how to punctuate, use proper grammar, A.. |