Poems from julie-donohue

You were analytical, pragmatic, and I loved that. So much more than critical, and cynical, and I tripped up. I turned on the tap and you...
Marina strove for too much identity in a bad falsetto she sang and it was American; So America, America, let us switch roles... let me...
Marina strove for too much identity in a bad falsetto she sang and it was American; So America, America, let us switch roles... let me...
I am given hope by the presence of the air, the rocking of a foot under the blanket by a mother, strumming of an instrument and another...
I lay there blank drawing pictures with nothing more than a mind, a color scheme another theme that I learned about in english calling it...

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