Category Archives: Name
Quinn
The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough
Quinn
The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough
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She inquired As to how I could write a poem But not yet give it a title I told her God created you And yet you were born without a name
You turn me inside out
Let’s meet in a dark alley and talk about it How your name is the only one I want to say out loud Uncontrollably How our bodies cast shadows on the walls Projecting our abstract thoughts How the rolling thunder
You turn me inside out
Let’s meet in a dark alley and talk about it How your name is the only one I want to say out loud Uncontrollably How our bodies cast shadows on the walls Projecting our abstract thoughts How the rolling thunder
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