Ripe for the Picking
Strange fruit
I am
Maybe if you take a bite
your soul will be nourished with my seeds
Flying the Coup
My feelings are like chickens
Simple to hatch
Hard to catch...
It Wants What It Wants
The heart can be wrong
and because of a lonely existence
may cling to the first handsome emotion
willing it to be the one beautiful thing it desires
On the Edge
My last fond memory of him
Was spent in my home
Right before I no longer lived there
EJW
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