Eli MorenoDrew Poems

This is me:
a pen dot.
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I hate how she talks of L.A.
It makes me feel insignificant every time she brags and
boasts of it like it was the only perfect place in the world.
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I.
It is absolutely beautiful here.
With lush green trees and
Wildly grown grass.
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I’m sitting here

Wondering
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There are times I tell pretty girls
that loving a poet will make them
immortal and regal.
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I’m sitting in your place, Mr. Lopė z.
Spanish 2 non-native filled with fluent Spanish speakers.
Do you remember that?
Do you remember me?
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Here’s to you, leader of the playground.
I raise up my chocolate milk carton to
you and drink it slow and savored, smooth it goes down.
Then cheer and laugh for the health of you.
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I'd be lying if I told you
I wasn't miserable without you.
Things in my eyes are changed into
elaborate torture machines that remind
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I've traveled far on this Earth.
Soaring high above It's face.
Seeing every plane as a pore
Every river a vein
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