Poems from cb1102

an open book of poetry lies half-read, half-abandoned because as a moth is drawn to a light, the amateur poet is drawn to thoughts of...
absinthe kiss love drunk and it's green like we're both green clean lovers watching from the windows both lost and dizzy but so very much...
Dear Allen you opened my eyes with your poetry, your life you suffered within yourself just like me, more than me the world was turbulent...
seagullsshriek toone anotherthey are open and honestand truelike human screams in conversationthe coarse sand plugging their throatssea...
Seagulls screaming sound like humans and I wonder if they feel like I do on the inside

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