Poems

Twitching

Rough, my face twitching, itching at intensity, the stress that is beyond my best guess, Tight, the muscles around my neck, congregate with my shoulders....... ... ..

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A place in History

I give you credit, only because you have been there, my muse, an indefinable relationship, you have not written my words, but are a part of the story, a key character...

Bold

We fight, to get our shit together, although it is not fighting, it is working, cleaning, writing homework, battling for a college, or university place,

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