Poetry · Writing

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they say she’s a pony

she’s my dear;

a bambi on the outside

a trackstar on the inside;

the best at hide and seek

the one that got away so to speak

never one to be phoney

cute as a button, tony tony

lowkey twenty four seven

loki with some dunks, confession

Poetry · Writing

pm to am

we weren’t wasted time

the clock never moved

never left that couch

up in the mountains-

cheap leather

fresh air

crunchy hair

skyline footwear.

i remember when

tomatoes used to taste good

seems like so long ago

when you made my mouth juicy