James McLain Poems

From the woods.
Crawling up and in and out your dress.
To the ant the apples seen.
One no longer with the clothesline.
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Brushes branches may not rest.
The tree limbs leaves the moss at rest.
Roots have brushed your other hand,
and I have heard the wind it moans as well.
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Alive if it does not remain love dies.
Love it is is not.
Sleep is not that magic dream it is not love.
One lunatic or is it two insane.
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Free form pain I didn't catch it when you did.
Coming when yours does from where it goes.
To reach the highest point where your placed upon.
A crown of thorns around your brow the cactus saw.
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This hereditary mutation of heredity
induces excessive excretions of more of ones.
Self esteem.
[noirozetorimechiruamin]
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Being addicted to cutting.
It releases those endorphin's.
I can get that feeling from fingers or his junk.
Just think about what you're doing,
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Green and in your garden
I grew roses—only lily knew.
No frowns and open smiles.
Through transparent windows.
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It was never yours to be the fewer.
And to be not ever less.
Valuable is each coming day.
I did not want not to be to many less.
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Any ways
im a teenager and iv been masturbating,
iv masturbated and,
and now there are stains on my favorite place
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Even after Love.
When you are sleeping
I have often come again.
Lips open
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