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I can’t stop-
While words tumble and smash into one another
I try to stay an iceberg
20% above water, 80% below the surface
Transference o..
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And tell me, dear moon, of the stars
In between the lies-
Where tomorrow is today
Where dreams
Weren’t ever dreamt
Tell me of the darkness..
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the poet stopped singing to talk
words and sentences that are presumed to have meaning,
are now illogical and misplaced
specificity is key, a key t..
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