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Québec
A Poem by
Richard
she does I'm sure she does til' i'm blue in the face and my face is balloon I blow up and I get angry and sadand at nighttime is a nice time when ..
the last excited light in the east
A Poem by
Richard
fine, a little something for the sea mucks and those that stick to the sand in a bucket on the shoreline a houndstooth jacket in the mouth of a wol..
for my self
A Poem by
Richard
People can be very very fake all they like and they can be very very fake and oftentimes, as much as it is funny it hurts me to say insofar as co..
Svetlana
A Poem by
Richard
Svetlana. you come down smiling and my ears perk up like I've just come home again for the very first time when you open your mouth lovebirds fl..
journal
A Poem by
Richard
I have nothing to say anymore I keep saying because I don't understand why was I killed then why aren't I dead? what went wrong, or what went righ..
empathy fools the musician
A Poem by
Richard
Empathy Fools The Musician.. and fortitude shadows the heart sunlight inspires judgment and also feels good over the valley of the crippling lamp ..
mr. goldthwaite
A Poem by
Richard
Dear Mr. Goldthwaite this is a letter wrapped in duct tape and soundproof dog drool i hope your daughter is feeling better i hope your mood swing..
the lightworker
A Poem by
Richard
The lightworker finds a way to cross the bridge, want to build a bridge, enter the tunnel to swim, without arms, across the Blue Baloo for those su..
my best friend
A Poem by
Richard
my best friend's best summer was a long time ago he called rocket summer for two whole weeks before the second coming of the last great depression ..
the well of good times
A Poem by
Richard
Oh well of good times won't you please hold my coins see, one is from Europa during the Dark Ages when Salem was king one is shaped like the Tower..
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