Poems from tracedapoet

  The Gay Boy was broiling in himself and the earth kept spinning. The Gay Boy stepped out Himself to escape Thefire. But, no.'...
  You know you die twice, right? Once after you stop breathing. Once after your name is said for the last time. Now, if I could die...
  You don't know just how often I mistake my Hair for something living. Hairs can be a strange silhouette, if I turn too quick....
Him
Him By Trace DePass The first time I ever cried over spilled milk I spotted my virginity on the back of a carton. There, lay a portrait of...
Dear Bill De Blasio,   You tell us to stop “resisting arrest”. Are referring to the way we do 24/7? Perhaps, do you just mean living when...

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