Poems from PhoenixOnTheRise
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too bad i dont have
a filter for my mouth
because my mother says
i need one.
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too bad my...
fingertips and shoulders touching underneath warm hoodies
as we lay on the cold, hard ground staring up at the stars.
we connect them in...
I have small, cold hands --
but my heart is big and warm.
I always liked you best when there were wrinkles on your fingertips,
even though I know you hated it, love.
Something about those little...
my ovaries exploded like pop rocks
in your mouth the first time i came.
you put on your shirt and walked out the door
and thats how it...