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Phone

Phone

A Poem by Monday Parker


I keep checking for messages from him But find no notifications waiting I cant lie that I am not bummed out I feel it in every ounce of me With e..
Seconds On A Clock

Seconds On A Clock

A Poem by Monday Parker


I have thought about him Every hour of this day I cant say every minute but I wont deny it. His lips His kiss The way his dick felt agains..
Death by a Thousand Cuts

Death by a Thousand Cuts

A Poem by Laz K.


This is how it feels to be "ghosted".
Muted Specter

Muted Specter

A Poem by Poetic Beauty


Mature