Poems from jordan.pearson.7106

You don't see mestanding there - watchingwaiting. Even with the Moon'sfull glare-longinghoping. I whisper your Nameto the quiet night - ...
Rivers, made of streets, rushed by;rising higherthrough the night. Houses crumbled to the ground;people lost anddead were found. But the...
You want my heart? You can have it.But good luck finding it all,For I have already given Little pieces away... To an old lady who didn't...

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