Boyd Johnson
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a poem i wrote, drunk.A Poem by Boyd Johnsoni believe, i may have figured something out. i hope it makes as much sense to you, as it did to me when i found it in my pocket the next morning. |
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Pregaming.A Poem by Boyd Johnsonswitch your bar up, every six months. and never turn back. and never hold a lover, in front of someone you've held before. |
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you try.A Poem by Boyd Johnson |
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pages.A Poem by Boyd Johnson |
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sleepysmile.A Poem by Boyd Johnson |
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my chair.A Poem by Boyd Johnson |
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