JHP Poetry Biography

She stood in the freezing cold.
And the rain felt like snowballs.
On a side bench under neon lights, she sat.
With a blue circle surrounding her eye,
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If I close my eyes in sleep, will I come back to me?
And if I do, will things be the same? I hope not...
Time moves on. For everything must change, but
do they really? It is only a recycled life of lost wonder.
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At dusk, we should careen our slippers.
Into the milky way swirls, as the crop of
sugar raptures our mystical whisper.
Warm embraces gasp for traces of lavender.
...

Torches burned around the circle of concubines.
Each one was holding the spice of life.
There was Pleasure, Ecstasy, Orgasmic and so on.
They serenaded in angels cloak. The color of a nun's robe.
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Wishes camouflaged
the transparent wind.
So I ran towards them,
as the little girl with a
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