Just a part time poet to no one but myself
It started in spring When the bark gave off a sickly aroma And my shoulders got burnt Sitting in the cooked grass that baked in the sun, Sharp blades pierced through my jeans Poking fun at my chubby thighs
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Art Museum (08/03/2018)
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Break to build (19/02/2018)
Standing at the cliff's edge (19/02/2018)
My mother, a purist (11/02/2018)
Pain in the ass (04/02/2018)
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