Justus Barcomb J.B. Poems

The woods tell their own story.
From late exhibitionists, to the man's life taken in silence between the trees.
Her breeze brings relief to my ears.
Survival, to the creatures crackling leaves beneath shade.
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Laughter, the universe's oldest, greatest medicine.
Healing young and old.
First time dates, anniversary gifts.
What a present you can give, and it's all worth while.
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Tell me your love is real.
I no longer hold desire to wear masks.
Your like taking a trip on mushrooms.
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