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Poetry Peony

September 11, 2017

More poems, so many more...







chasing dreamers

i used to ask
why the moon
always followed
me.
in the car,
on a walk,
in winter, and
in spring.
and then i
realized,
she was
protecting me.



stolen love

not enough
brissels
on a toothbrush
to clense
my mouth
of your
flavor




sleepless wonders

1 am
and the memories
of you come
pouring
in.
the happy ones
they sting.
but the sad ones
they burn.
i should have known
all along
you were 
poison. 

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