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By rote

He asked me where I was
I told him I was ten minutes away
He tched tched in disapproval
And went on to get a Chardonnay… 129 more words


But, darling

You reckon I don’t grasp the way you conceal your scars beneath the masquerade and how subtly you blink back those tears –
But darling, you are wrong. 77 more words


Once Strangers | a poem


Stumble upon a companion

Nesting in the space between our


Crackle with the static of pinprick hairs

While my watch forms indents on our… 63 more words


Holding Hands: The Beginning

Hi! My name is John, and this is my poetry dump! I’ve fallen in love with words in the past few years, which is something my younger-self would never have guessed because I used to hate reading. 373 more words