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Pedro Marrero Jr.
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Kokomo Kokotiere
(For Ms.Thibault; Villiers St. Georges,
France)
It wasn't the persistent tick of the clock
On the nightstand next to me
That made me think of death. It wasn't
The spider quietly spinning her
Delicate web in the corner of the ceiling,
Nor the dying glow of a cigarette
about to meet its end as it hangs
Between life and death
Between my finger tips.
It was an unfinished poem I found today,
Hidden away among old notes...
...lines to a girl living in some small
unknown
town in France...
a note that read like love, it was
a love poem
written in terrible French.
Pedro Marrero Jr. is a 24 year old male
currently residing in New York City. He has
been writing for a little over 7 years now
and has decided on the life of poetry. He
has read his work in several poetry venues
and clubs throughout New York, but no longer
does so.
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