Jonathan Ballam
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growingA Poem by Jonathan Ballama fun enough thrill to kill kittens |
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people paradoxA Poem by Jonathan Ballam |
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revealA Poem by Jonathan Ballama stream-of-consciouness babble |
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the can-manA Poem by Jonathan Ballamhe could not hear the music |
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blanketA Poem by Jonathan Ballamwords become an alloy to my copper-colored tears |
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anomalyA Poem by Jonathan Ballama bleached pinnochio with tin skin |
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no more liesA Poem by Jonathan Ballamarmed with the voice of Iron Maiden |
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alley kissA Poem by Jonathan Ballamthat night the waitergirls seemed swamped with a sticky sympathy |
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the common complaintA Poem by Jonathan Ballam |
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handsA Poem by Jonathan Ballamall those used tubes spattered into the box along with clippings of faces |
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