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Putting up my Hair
First poem on here. Not the first written, haha. But the first I felt like a really wanted to share. I honestly just wrote this, on a whim. The rhyme ...
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The tip of my Tongue
I can feel the words at the tip of my tongue-High-strungOn the choice of a trigger- just run.But there’s an acid in the air,A taste that holds my hand to ...
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Unca Steve
Unca Steve gave me dollieslast night.With pretty hair andlittle shoes.He came throughmy window.Tap tap tapHe came in with a tapon my window,and I saw him andsmiled.Silly Unca Steve.I got out ...
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Drunkard
Destitute; alone, unawareof the silence hiding ‘round the bend.Great stories told of men and lore begetting thoughts of triumph, power, lust, desire, revenge. I sway, steady footing naught to be ...