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Gone and seeking,The tribalist breaks out.Divisions drawn without consolation.Cultural identification bears off.Is there refuge for the seeker?He stan..
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In awe of this collection of books.Deeply rooted in classical prose.Centuries of writ and thought.Ideals so profound,They have become lost.Your painte..
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I could never believe, you’d be so cruel.Telling your stories, the ways of your rule.You lay up there mocking, calling me a fool.An overload of ..
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Dialogue, dialogue,
Save me your grief.
You can't stop complaining,
When I'm not the thief.
You sit there all proud,
Speaking in tongues.
O..
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You shall never regret my existence.My broken, frayed thoughts.An obsessed curiosity.Polemic social prose.Indebted to thyself.Underwritten angst.Speak..
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It’s thirty years later, as you look upon your land.The blood and the sweat that gave you your brand.You might have been frightened and might ha..
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Brushes the dust from the cover.Piqued interest.Brings the world forward.Prying for the truth.Becoming severed from disillusionment.Pouring over the u..
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The night begins it’s fall of light.The breeze to a steady crawl.Hollow sounds of fleeting water upon the shore.Amber reflections cast an aura a..
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The astonishing absence of anger, towardbureaucratic bedwetters belittling,the commentary of concerned citizens,demanding a detente toward decorum.Exc..
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I.It’s cold and damp.Skin crawling in waves.Seeking solace afront a blaze.Heading off to fuel the night.Pins in feet from watered socks.My coat ..
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