Best Pillowcases Poems

Behind the sun, with a little bit of assuredness, I saw the shades of his smile
swing toward the moon...
and I cursed six p.m. In a voice that hid the memories of
nineteen~ninety~two
when I wore my shoes underneath the shadows of stars and in the feel of...

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“Shouldn't we wash the pillow cases on these pillows?”
I say while thinking back to my face in the mirror breaking out, covered in grotesque red bumps my pimples have past the point of being categorized as blemishes- more like growths that have taken over my...

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When the moon crochets a pattern so subtle that I think I can hear it;
This is fluid feeling; this is a force I cannot replicate.
A calm silence in the silence- I can feel it. 

You’re in love and you're alive and despite every heart-shocking, benevolent
crucifixion...

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