Alex S. Moore
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strawberry sodaA Poem by Alex S. Moorei don't want to write your name downon anymore pieces of paper,in anymore notebooks.it's funny in the way where you have to make it funnyso it hurts a.. |
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more dreamsA Poem by Alex S. Mooreshe was about 10 glasses of her mortality inand the night and day were actually the samethough i am sure she never knew thatsixty six pages into the s.. |
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a voicemail burned into my forearmA Poem by Alex S. Moorei never had to close my eyes to see me one hundred blue tents (royal blue) in two rows, a hollow stream splitting the ground between .. |
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Crane ThoughtsA Poem by Alex S. Mooreit’s that frozen blue that’s almost gray making me wonder what it’d be like to feel cold forever. concrete waterf.. |
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toon worldA Poem by Alex S. Mooreyou drank coffee in that dream to try to wake up my feet are cut up from the long grass flooding into the creek we looked up to watch an .. |
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American girlsA Poem by Alex S. MooreThere’s a place you made for me Where it rains hot water And nothing has faces. A failing reactor at the center Of a burning a.. |
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A Trivial Attempt to Understand OthersA Poem by Alex S. MooreAll I see is determined by the heart beats of others. My eyes merely fixed on a dark green sonar screen, Mapping the landscape off of the warm b.. |
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Codependent AntidepressantsA Poem by Alex S. Moore“I hate that you’re sad. I wish I could make you happy.”I couldn’t help but wonder if you Would tell me that sober.Maybe it do.. |
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poisonA Poem by Alex S. MooreI see poisoned bodies falling over giving in to impulse I see empty vessels walking, not living just going I see laughter .. |
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February 13, 2012A Poem by Alex S. MooreA f*****g cellphone, Ice on the road, And a drunk driver. Standing in the ditch Wondering which something Ruined everything. The gi.. |
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