Poems from Henson

His eyes were as brown as the gritty mud I landed , face first Smeared across my skin  It was him His eyes They took me by surprise  Deeper...
Listen, Listen to what I say Listen to how I feel If you listen close enough  You shall find what is fabricated But hopefull you will find...
Imagine yourself all dressed up Now imagine yourself all dressed up with someone you love by your side What changes that image Do you look...

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