Tagged: Teehem

Dreams
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by Teehem Dreams are my affliction; they disease me Dreams drown me, fill me with sweetness Then disown me Rheumy dreams, lucid…pap solid I stir through Storied dreams…folktale’s pleasure Agony…More

Kiss
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First kisses could be sloppy Wet and harried like new born puppies Bittersweet, yet lovely Once tasted, forever remembered Lives not more than fleeting seconds A meeting of…More

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I am Dis(u) Fortune my Father, Ill(i) Fortune we've always been poor and fear we always will but Father says if we have Patience, we will get Goodluck I struggled…More