Ursula The Alien
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the poet who sits in the corner
she drinks her martini alone with no muse she traces the rim while she listens to sad country tunes her notebook beside her the one with no words full of intentions of promises of lost loves of hurts she bites into the olive bitter like her soul ready to forget longing to let go she…
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i have a secret lover
i have a secret lover he came to hold me late last night he pulled me in he kissed me he told me it’s all going to be alright i have a secret lover the one who never lies the one who keeps me constant the one with piercing eyes i have a secret lover…
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seashells and sand
i was cleaning today the filth of my life the clothes i don’t wear the sh*t in my mind the sweats from our trip still with sand in the pockets it all sprinkled out i was sad to have lost it i would scoop it to save it to add to your box with the…
ursula the alien 