Brett Campaigne
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When Murder Dies...A Poem by Brett Campaigne2000 |
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the F**K of ITA Poem by Brett Campaignea myriad of hexagon portals insect eye unguided from the get-go recurring each sequential sinkhole dilation but not wide enough to let the uni.. |
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Myth of CastrationA Poem by Brett Campaignethe horns have been cut from the baphomet now all that remains is a pentagon and three triangles a grimace smeared across the goat's Mona Lisa sneer.. |
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Hologram LoverA Poem by Brett CampaigneThere is no Other, Only You. |
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RingfingerA Poem by Brett CampaigneThis ring ties the TWO in TWOgether Like circular bilaw Shrouded from misdemeanor triangles The ring anchors spririts like Valentine, Sauron and .. |
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estranged BeingA Poem by Brett CampaigneI am Being estranged from Being by time I an not satisfied with the quality of the fishI catch with my I shaped lure, However U shaped lures bear g.. |
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The Butterfly AffectA Poem by Brett CampaigneThis is just my thought lain bare DON'T hold me responsible for seismic activity Your stomach is brewing the same truth it will digest all h.. |
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EnvellopedA Poem by Brett Campaignethe first time i licked the coloured envellop open it had no taste. Now, hundreds of licks later when my tongue touches the sight sticky adhesi.. |
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Summer of OctoberA Poem by Brett Campaigneyou know what they say.... May showers bring June flowers. Oh, how my calendar ink runs down my wall in streaks confounding china white paint with .. |
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Eyes Are Mirrors, Not WindowsA Poem by Brett Campaignethe prettiest thing in my eyes is you our vice-versa visages playing Pong you want to take iris portals understand yourself through me but you w.. |
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