Poems from mykeltrent

  who understands me more than a ballpoint pen and a hundred pages? pages so hungry and willing and greedy pulling my thoughts by its hair ...
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i bet it has slipped your mind. my face, i mean. the look on my face when we first locked eyes & my skin touched yours. i inhaled...
That old house reminds me of you. The wind brushed around my neck, sending the fragrance of honey roasted nuts up pass my scarf, to my...