Poems from E.ternity

I’m questioning so much my tongues pierced with question marks  Deeper than an impulsive phase  Pulling pulp from my impulses of phrase: An...
Leaves stick to the bottom of my shoes The same wind, is blowing her perfume From a distance No more than an arms reach The trees too tall...
I hope you don’t crack like dry lips in the winter Or hands  None the less you told me you can handle rough times more than fingers can...
Pacing around a room that deserves to be nameless  One half smells like bubble gum and the other a burning loosey  The room is separated by...
I’m leaving this note before I disappear  Brainstormed and then formed places I might be near  Riding into the sunset, it was death in the...

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