Perdition
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Foggy WednesdayA Poem by PerditionThere was a time I may have considered ita time when the sound of it draped like Spanish mosswheneverything appeared benevolentwhen the broken seams i.. |
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The clockA Poem by PerditionThere was a clock I rememberA silver marking from the sun companyYou told me not to go and I was cordial to the causeSaturday was nothing againcards a.. |
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VoyeurA Poem by PerditionShe takes the sun by its heartleaves it spinning in peculiar emotionStars know we have no other means but to ponderI think.. |
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BranchA Poem by PerditionIn the last of hours given daylight with a language only spoken from the stars I asked the winter, down from the mountain for a cup of granite .. |
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AlwaysA Poem by PerditionForget this gardener's gate forget the opiatestrands of your apothecary the old stars bursting into young photograph .. |
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En MouvementA Poem by PerditionI’ll watch you spin live cinder in my locket blue eyed diamond sparkling returning from the water&rs.. |
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ReflectionA Poem by PerditionBreathe.Fall.Let the silence from your light revive you.Be a wonder to the latch and hear the wind tumbling its poten.. |
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Seethed into matterA Poem by PerditionIt is not a benevolent voice that seethes me, that plays into spindles where I lay inventing the colors of my pred.. |
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Midnight EnamelA Poem by PerditionStriking the morning’s oilyour cold ice paints against my brow circles turn circles wed curtains blow into .. |
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RememberA Poem by PerditionRemember the tearsThe words, the first warmth leftThe stage we made ofeloquentsigh Words that pressed and failedEvery chanceA.. |
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