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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: Hello?
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Thursday, July 16, 2015. I speak so easy. Quietly, from my own mind. Spewed forth by Jenny. A flip of the switch. I hear your brain. Not so shiny tonight. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: 100 Proof
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Tuesday, June 23, 2015. I pour it down. I'm open, needy. Left alone and alone and alone. The only soul left awake. I am the only one. Spewed forth by Jenny. Had to buy new bed sheets. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: French Movie
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Tuesday, July 7, 2015. How do I express this. I touch my neck and feel. Hear the music and feel. The warm yellow light and. Make me love make me. I'm going to sleep and. Spewed forth by Jenny. A flip of the switch. I hear your brain. Not so shiny tonight. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: Hushhhhh
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Tuesday, June 2, 2015. The forces of my nature. The words get caught. In the small of the funnel. Until there's nothing but. Spewed forth by Jenny. Had to buy new bed sheets. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: fin
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Friday, October 17, 2014. The aches, the pains. The lazy easy mornings. All the stuff that is. Will be done with. The curtains will close. You'll breath your last. And there's nothing more. That had to be enough. Cause it's too late. Spewed forth by Jenny. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: I hear your brain.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Thursday, July 16, 2015. I hear your brain. Sort of a thing, in a way. With the right person. Spewed forth by Jenny. A flip of the switch. I hear your brain. Not so shiny tonight. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: Be
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Thursday, March 26, 2015. Vision out of focus. I'll know it when I feel it. Is what every soul. What it can't live without. But what can't mine? I'd search for an answer. But I'm so tired of. Sick of the wasted journey. I'm here to exist. I'll sit silent and mysterious. As if I've already found my. Spewed forth by Jenny. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: Reading other people's poetry
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Monday, April 6, 2015. Reading other peoples poetry. I read things that affect me. Things that may be secrets. I see all these. I've had those thoughts. I read these things. That I've felt so hard,. And I can't respond. I feel a mental loneliness. When I'm the only one. I feel as if. Maybe I'm in someone else's. I'm a ghost,. Spewed forth by Jenny. Reading other peoples poetry. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: Amélie
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Friday, May 22, 2015. The French pours through. Piano love through my soul. Reds and yellows and blacks. My limbs get loose. At the vulnerable girl. More lovely than I. Carrying a garden gnome. Spewed forth by Jenny. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy: My Own Space
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Poetry by a Girl Named Roy. Tuesday, October 28, 2014. So done with the. There's a room in my mind. The basement of my mind. Filled with MY things. My music and art. My thoughts and want. No one can touch. No one can enter. I hold onto this rubbish. As long as I wish. Spewed forth by Jenny. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
