Poems from everetthamilton

I happen to be a part time pizza consumer, and a full time writer.

I left my heart in Philadelphia, My five cent girl, Left with the air heavy like cream An empty stomach and emptier pockets Like my burdens...

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I saw you there, trapped in the mob of cluttered mothers, pigeons in the corridors Amongst the weeds and childrens and the hallowed bark of...

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