Poems from kelseyxwebb
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you love me.you love me.you love me?
love is a broken boomerangheavy from despiratation.and of course it would be,what could possibly reach...
they are whistling and a silent audience is listening
paper airplane with alphabet passengers
drifting and waiting for drums to capture
I...
Is it selfish of me to ask for the happy you?
The life-of-the-party you?
The you that didn’t hurt me? The you that cared?
I want him...
Oh, Latte
Your mother's lips are cherry red today,
and the warm aroma of coffee invites me to stay.
I would like my ambition to visit...