William Palazzolo Poems

It started with small steps then continued to leaps and bounds.
My boots were drenched and the soles worn down.
Your landscape is far from flat with the knolls of your moods
And the small creaks of your veins, so cold and so crude.
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the pure girl

her eyes are so wide and her smile so bright
her tongues never tied and her shirts never white.
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drunk and sluring
our voices be heard
the plots always stirring
as were higher than birds.
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'I miss you so much'
she told me for some reason
but if she was a queen
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