Poems from MARs

We're all worms, but I do believe that I'm a glowworm.
Tomorrow's not a given, darlin', so please watch what you say. If you regret harse words intended to hurt, take 'em back today.
As the rain kisses My face and my shoulder blades I know all is well.
These words pour out of me alongside my tears. This poem cuts through me like a dagger. Each verse ages me a few years. I correspond via...
The sky reminds me of you. The swirls of purple and light pink, puffs of purplish-blue clouds having just ceased the rain. I don't wear...
I sit in the parking lot of a.drive in diner. There's a fluorescent light attracting moths and other bugs. I see them flying frantically...

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