FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBle
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For god sake, someone give this kid some pills!A Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleFor god sake, someone give this kid some pills! And that rain on gray Sunday afternoon followed not by warm pews and scented old woma.. |
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Digital SpiritualityA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleIn dark cornersand secret alleywayssomewhere in Asiathere are Kung-Fu mastersof cognitive karatePowchoptime to its purestand now we have found 11D gla.. |
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if it gets burnt, flip it overA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleif it gets burntflip it overthere's food everywhere and nobody likes the smellof burnt foodthat lingersin nostrilsdistastefultake a night off sleepand.. |
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transformation of mind through heartA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleClarityenvironmentalabsorptionguidedby cognitive directionfirst squeeze tight hammer then aimtogether thought becomes feltin actiona clean splintering.. |
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UNtitled.A Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleAll I do all day is sit outside and smoke cigarettes I try to stop thinking burn a hole in the cellophane film around my mind and the eyes .. |
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fat volatile junebugA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleJail can be fun. |
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to rub a smoth stone between fingersA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleTo rub a smooth stone between fingers Fingers on tabletops twitch impulsively as if tugged by invisible chords don’t you know that musician.. |
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permanent markerA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBlecar ride to michigan for cousins wedding if you really must know |
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For the love of GodA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBlei did some editing for once....ooooo fancy words taste good. |
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N ight TimeA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleWe would all die without art. |
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