Poems from bellm5

When I was younger I witnessed Mamma crying in the midst of night Daddy would gaze out windows and nothing seemed right Big sister told me...
Surrounded Shut Structure me in architectural Slates of red’s browns Slicing through me no more Because I am hard Solid Stammer Stutter...
back home in back woods back where rain smells like more than sweat and the after taste of fish but is breath we breathe infinitely back...
stern the way his hands gripped the bud light bottle forming prints that wash down like blood drops from pantie lines polite the way his...
Sometimes summers are used for slight awakenings So we realize who we were to begin with So we find what we loved from the start And Those...

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