Poems from student cami
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I let the moss grow under my sleeves.
These finger tips have lost their calluses
because the type writer forgot my inherent...
my gums begin throbbing
again
and i inspire a desire to write
again.
i yearn for my flowery language
and my pompous, teeming, arrogance...
shackles
shackles round my ankles
chinese finger traps got my mind twisted to snap into
back flips and dog tricks,
find me lonesomely...
lens locked upon the sockets that stop slipping up.
that cease to trip up because comfort is achievable and has been granted
accessible...
listless
i shift my boredom from insanity
i could never share a part of me
with you.
my lips crack and bleed
when i smile
while i'm...