Epipsychologist
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Paint, Wet and DryA Poem by EpipsychologistFor an artist, watching paint dry Is painful in a different way. As stars fade at the draw of day, Fluid figures solidify. And faces painted wet as ey.. |
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My only haikuA Poem by EpipsychologistA man asks for change. "Boar's Head" or homeless people. Compromise elsewhere. |
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Maple LivesA Poem by EpipsychologistNot about Canada |
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Heavenly BodiesA Poem by EpipsychologistBut each passing night-hour The earth was scanned by heavenly light, Like an optometrist Seeing deeply, darkly into our eyes Behind a painful ligh.. |
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A Real PoemA Poem by EpipsychologistI hope no one is offended by this. It is not meant to be incendiary. It is just my attempt to express what it feels like when something I've written g.. |
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Hipster BaristaA Poem by EpipsychologistWhen I say, "my pleasure" and mean it. Also, that latte was actually made by me (he gloated, shamelessly). |
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Forts and FrostA Poem by EpipsychologistChildhood fun and games and rules and pain. |
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Refrigerator ArtA Poem by EpipsychologistPlease provide constructive criticism! I need help revising some things. Not for school (I'm not a cheater) but for my life. |
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The War on LanguorA Poem by EpipsychologistThe worst kinds of weapons are never discovered. |
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The ConspiratorsA Poem by EpipsychologistLove and War |
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