Dominique Brown Poems

Fog gathers on my window
Like tiny messengers
Reminding me of you.
How cold your fingers always were
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He just wanted
To take a ride
And feel the wind
In his hands
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Mouths open
but speaking
Are the stone cold eyes
of society.
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Twenty-Six letters
In the English Language
Better make them count.
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There was a peach tree
in my yard
as a child
i loved the tree with all
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