Johnny Lennox Poems

The smell of her ceases to end
For my bed sheets lay dormant
Enwrapped by her scent
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Her eyes speak to the soul of I
For the first time in my life
I'm writing with a sense of truth
Truth has finally decided to guide me on this path
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Born

The confused insomniac
Is a narcissistic
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Plans to walk and gawk
On sunny days
In a roaring city haze
Outside my window
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