That WeekA Poem by Ben Taylor
Spilled ice cream seat
a big tree you eating frozen Heath right after quickly vomiting. We met at night and met your dog friend drove too fast but you saw my acquaintances. Your drawings and photographs climbed onto walls then my saddest film forgetting is terrifying. Traded poem for poem and song for song fit like Tetris while watching last train rides. Dark as pitch trail with far off thunder asked you for a date late night curled up on car seats. Frozen food, broken sandals a cemetery and swings plethora of pillows, perfect lips you showed me how to dance before I almost forgot you were leaving.
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Added on August 18, 2013 Last Updated on August 18, 2013 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more.. |

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