Volatile, open
the mountains have hidden ghosts
before our gray eyes
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I first realized that gas bills have large eyes when I ran out of drugstore perfume. They watched me clip my fingernails and coupons neatly.
By K L4 years ago in Poets
We are the ones who are there when you are down We wait for you when youβre not around We know if you go out, you will always return
By Calvin London6 days ago in Poets
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Hey, everybody! For those of you who don... ah, who are we kidding? Who here doesnβt know me? Geez, Mom! The stink eye already? I remember β short and sweet!
By Cristal S.6 days ago in Fiction
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