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1 poem
by London Beck
London Beck is a poet from Salt Lake City, Utah. She currently resides in Western Massachusetts. London has a BA in creative writing from Weber State University and an MFA in poetry from the University of Massachusetts Amherst.
All Night Long
lay on concrete
collect ramblings
architecturally
the churches I’ve seen
disappoint me
here is one
I thought you looked nice
under neon
it is getting cold
ask me anything
shake me until
I confess something
this isn’t the place
give it time
I have given enough
forget where we left off
there is a highway
outside of time
drive me through
your thoughts on
the way we live
unconditionally
tell me a riddle
there are two doors
how do I enter
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