Poems from yokonotono

I came here for the scholarship, stayed for the actual potential
You are the fingers on my back of kisses on the nape of my neck you smile when I talk or make the noises of an animal   You are scared to...
There are scars on my hips Mixed with stretch marks Ones that I put there late at night Touched by dirty hands He says I'm beautiful His...
His hands are cold strings of light Mesmerized eyes with dark ash at sunrise Kisses that take more than give Mixed with a man's after shave...
She is afraid of fading into history of being an unknown story among the classics of forgotten churchgoers who live on their knees   She...
The stages of rain are neverending But it seems that this rain is heavy Mixed with hail and God's guilty tears Maybe he see the bad we've...

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