Poems from heberle

A spider is crawling up my throat Or so it feels… He is weaving his threads tight And capturing every bug in sight Or so it feels…   His...
When people lock their gaze, Point their flame, Aim their guns, At my being What do I do? The men want her number The men want me gone...
The blue of the sky matches your eyes I glide around you, With pep and coyish glides The heat of your touch clouds my gaze And I yearn for...
Like a movie they said The stars above The air so brisk How I want back that night... Lips like cherries Voice like rain I climb onto you...
Age represents the boundary Yeah that's what people say But when it comes to truth, The boundary preys on me I know that he breathes me, I...

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