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Shifty, devilish, night eyesWatching, praying, like vultures on the prow.You smell the weak on me. The distraught.Inside you grow, slither, cringe.The..
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My desire of the road, at times, takes the best of me.
I also haven't actually sat down and attempted to write a poem in quite the while, and I foun..
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