Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
As much as he loved it he never named her, his eternal statue.   He loved it under dim lights so her ivory would not glow did he ever truly...
I don't like the word l esbian Even though I might be one It's off putting and clumsy in my mouth So I try to avoid it when possible  I don...
She wants a poem for her birthday one of those I scribble at night personalized to a fault   but for whom unrevealed   i rib her reluctant...
Squinted eyes and downturned mouths, they’re utterly unsure of how to reconcile her trying to divine the reason behind her tattoos.   You...
i have been asked like everyone else what do you want to be when you grow up   am i a grown up now- is it already time for me to finally...

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