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i lay down my broken body
late again
on Chatham clay so cold
wet red and uneven near
a fire at my brother’s house
to do the ti..
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i wished i was fixed
my broken brain
my broken heart
i wished i knew
what to do
i shall ask Dr. Seuss
he has always been of use
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i saved somecents of me, for you shinnyhappy pennies, all to spendmy love for thee on one kneean aching heart beggingsubsidy
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sad is so bad
no one cares
how full some asinine glass
an only lonely remedy
brain deadtime ticking away
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I am alone. Dead
I am born,
still Life I must breathe.
I am a baby
crying, a man old
uncomfortably whimpering,
A man prim..
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A firefly secreted in my home died upside down as I gazed from above, spirits of the Charleston 9 resting momentarily in my broken heart. The firefly ..
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With friends hiking around the Grand Canyon, I spent the day with my county plainly happy and nominally guilty. A day that eventually welled up and sp..
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Intoxicated protest against a massive planned development clear cutting the land exposing the red clays in Chatham County, NC. The Haw River runs thro..
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My father
Died and gone
to hell,
I hope.
Son of a b***h of a father left
on empty, his legacy notably nothing
save
four noble c..
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An
old barber, a philosopher of
All
things great and small,
Cut
and thrust in accordance
With
Academy rules because I
Have
an inte..
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