antique
i feel like
a 57 chevy
up on blocks
in the backyard
of your love
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she wrote poetry like jazz
dickens of a time
stalemate
hubcap
waiting
silence is a poem that repeats itself
invisible april haiku
destiny poem
blue jays
did you see the poets all dressed in black
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