Word Vomit Poem at Timothy Trimble blog

Word Vomit Poem. It's nothing wanted to be said, not important to listen to simple wastes of paper'n'breath, but the words fall and get. To create and watch a movie of a. I'm a lover of words, i'm an appreciator of history, i look forward to the future, so baby if you put those things together;. Even when the blanket is wool, and it's itchy, and god babe, was that last poem. The beauty in my oration is gone and all that. I took a class on. I still think you weave words like blankets for newborn angels. It's word vomit spewing out short choppy sentences cut phrases frequent. When one can have a banter with one's teenage child, it is an endearing memory. They circled around looking at the floor without another word, an awkward dance in a time and place where too much was said too.

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To create and watch a movie of a. They circled around looking at the floor without another word, an awkward dance in a time and place where too much was said too. It's nothing wanted to be said, not important to listen to simple wastes of paper'n'breath, but the words fall and get. I'm a lover of words, i'm an appreciator of history, i look forward to the future, so baby if you put those things together;. I still think you weave words like blankets for newborn angels. I took a class on. Even when the blanket is wool, and it's itchy, and god babe, was that last poem. When one can have a banter with one's teenage child, it is an endearing memory. The beauty in my oration is gone and all that. It's word vomit spewing out short choppy sentences cut phrases frequent.

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Word Vomit Poem Even when the blanket is wool, and it's itchy, and god babe, was that last poem. I'm a lover of words, i'm an appreciator of history, i look forward to the future, so baby if you put those things together;. It's nothing wanted to be said, not important to listen to simple wastes of paper'n'breath, but the words fall and get. I took a class on. They circled around looking at the floor without another word, an awkward dance in a time and place where too much was said too. The beauty in my oration is gone and all that. To create and watch a movie of a. I still think you weave words like blankets for newborn angels. When one can have a banter with one's teenage child, it is an endearing memory. It's word vomit spewing out short choppy sentences cut phrases frequent. Even when the blanket is wool, and it's itchy, and god babe, was that last poem.

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