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The creases of us : Tales of dragons and white ships. Neatly folded sheets.

Ultrasound preform who's quickened heart is my own: My Mandragora.

There seems to be a many Poets who poem out about Cloudy somber days Down loss of path Is this The Way? If all there was were cloudy ..

Am I oddly misshapen By the cruelties of life's dross It's last shavings Am I the funhouse flavor of the week The freak the crowd gawk The a..

Month of cool whispers. Cloudy haze and raindrops blew, Autumn twirls her skirts.

Poppers and pour homme Video head crisp And clean Thirty three... Boy's first whiff and whippets In balloons Inhale until it's bana..

Top of the hours You toll, minutes reticent, Seconds most remiss.

To mull about The haunts we are bound Foggy cemeteries of cubic square feet The days of purple haze Of sallow street cars, street lamp, l..

Is Nothing a place ? The person No where's to hide Inside A Light Because now nothing is Impossible, A Never's Been. There is ..

Now I can understand why They self medicate Now the weight of the world Fallen on me The heaviness of mid-life Not yet having lived one He..