eve whispers sweet into nothing's ears
knowing he won't respond like silence after sour sights,
whispers of cold summers and lonely nights,
still he's nothing and nothing he hears.
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- b.maria
- currently an undergraduate student at university of Illinois looking for clarity and inspiration
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April
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- Poems for April 18th and 19th
- heights higher than yours
- april 8th limerick (16/30)
- chicago please love me (unfinished) (15/30)
- Dear poem (14/30)
- stop talking (13/30)
- the buttons (12/30)
- can't sing jazz to her friends [haiku] (11/30)
- words of wisdom (10/30)
- stale chips (9/30)
- then issued Her a cane (8/30)
- speaking of ice skating... (7/30)
- shuffle (6/30)
- first is the worst / rain checks on Christmas (5/30)
- ignorance is freedom (4/30)
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