I tiptoed to your heart and tweaked the part that held the main pipe where your Love flowed like a mad spout. I took a cup and ...

Fourth grade was for me a year Of skinny boys and we, just girls; And the boys they took their shirts Off their bony chest, glad and ...

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I put my feet into fire red shoes, four-inch high I stood with giggling toes. In curve-hugging black lace I suited fine, too good a...

Under the Greek sun we melted like the fire died in the tangerine horizon. We are the waves and skies, we complied and wedded, ...

How do dreams bare When night devours day? We’re made of pure souls, Wrapped in flesh and bones; If glory is all that we aim, Do ...

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Who reads poetry? You don't read that these days unless your English professor asks you to review one or write one and you don't k...