Garland Jodie Jeen Poems

</>Your finger points to the highway

cars at high speed i'm afraid..
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</>The last sip of water...

I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine
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</>Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist

He cuts my hair short;
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</>i'm stirring the milk, wondering if it can be whiter
so that another Snow White emerges...
i can smell the fresh grass, mixed with the fragrance
naturally made from strawberries, and don't forget
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</>My business

as a freelance wooden runt inside the classroom
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</>Mother the baby who sleeps with the poochie

Little pooch is licking the tears from the marble eyes of the baby
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</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy

What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.
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</>The visual dimension limits my vision

but my olfactory nerve is still active
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</>I do not want to

I do not want to live inside the telly
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</>How can a crash and a crush happen here in the carpark

i'm supposed to clench my fists in the dark
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