IComeAnon
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While Talking, No-- Singing To A TreeA Poem by IComeAnonSo depressed over a stupid situation, I actually sat in the woods with my guitar and sang to a tree. Here are the words as best I remember them. |
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DichromaestheticA Poem by IComeAnonTwo beautiful colors. |
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St. JosephA Poem by IComeAnonSitting in the hospital lobby, waiting to know if I'd killed you yet. |
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Quiet KeysA Poem by IComeAnonWrote it on the fly, feeling sorry for myself on Facebook chat. |
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Gin FilterA Poem by IComeAnonWWHD (What would Hemingway do?) |
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To My Very Wrong FriendA Poem by IComeAnonI'm always right... |