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 by Jeph Johnson If predestination is providentially dictated, God loves you and it's me He's hated. - Like Esau; a see-saw, back and... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson robust stamina fell upon this stardust tinselclad phenomenon that was alright but overpowered by the rise of delight... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson in the end did he cause or feel more pain and why does farewell's refrain echo through her again? she did not want t... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson the type of person granting a warm and tender mercy unfazed by stereotypes yet mimicking precisely previous illusions... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I break and enter my own living room reducing my soul to rubble knocking over the things I can't improve and gettin... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson When looking through the host of singles ads on the internet, I came across one that said: Religion: None... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson DISCLAIMER/TRIGGER WARNING: My sole motive in writing this was to offend as many people as possible. So please keep... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson during my season of contentment some call the arctic chill your coat fell long and elegant and we hid... [read more] |
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I taste so deeply all I perceive to be the sense O'Genesee I'm bold yet useless to her behalf behold my muse's seducing laugh as I sea... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I spent my youth in a small cafe the Brite Spot of my younger days- where little Lionel trains towed toast and peas a... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson ravaged with spank elegance thrashed in splendor whipped eminence ornate danger beating torment's dawning the storm's... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I lap it up Almost aroused; Feline in my fury, Nearly blinded by the whiteness. - My eyes are closed, Dreaming of an... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson everyone around her is feeling alone but she takes me in with her diamond eyes then spits me out on the telephone aft... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson table twelve, I'm at the rack, another night alone I miss my baby, so I go back, back to writing poems poems that wee... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson certain segments (reserved for love) in each of our lives are fragmentations fabrication cannot provide time reserve... [read more] |