James McLain Poems

There are
to many times.
The way
day rhymes with night.
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You divide each echo in delightful sound,
but withdraw from the head of pleasure.
If you make sounds of solitude rejoice,
one person your heart thus pursues.
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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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Brown eyes being shaken.
Turning all of my mind lays open awake.
Stating I ask with sigh.
Brown eyes open the center awake.
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A misdemeanor hangs right above you.
Unmet reinvented,
without just cause simply whereof I because.
Safe houses harbor no children, full condos.
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That desired whims and wants place.
Where behind me all I have you left.
Hard pointed, sharp brilliant facets.
Squeezed, I feel the pressure of life.
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