Poems from jayaychtee
sunday morning, brush my teeth and leave the house last
im driving and im watching cars pass
its a green light, take that left turn, and...
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morning on a sunday in hanalei bay
underneath the palm trees i lay
underneath the long, skinny leaves to give me shade
look out...
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i am the clay, the marble, and the stone
molded only by the hands of my own
in the making, i was taken by the wrist and...