Stephenie VanCampJones Biography

The air pulsates with
never ending rhythym,
deep into the soul.
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Some don't know any better,
some just choose the long road
despite its hardship.
Gravel has a certain appeal
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I am but your imagination,
a word, careless thought
visceral dilation.
Myth, magic, smoke screen
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Down the highway of dried up tears, pent up lust
and hopeless dreams, or to dwell
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He said he'd been dry
for nearly three months, but
she could see his palms sweat
as he rubbed his hands together.
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