Trisha Clark
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F**k, I\'m sorry.A Poem by Trisha ClarkRestored. |
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MercyA Poem by Trisha ClarkCinquain style. Syllables are 2,4,6,8,2 Another restore. Yay for making old stuff seem fresh! |
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CarnageA Poem by Trisha ClarkI woke up every night, from the same awful dream-- A cairn of torsos, visceral wreckage Surreal-- so it wouldn't have to seem so real. I'd .. |
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BlindA Poem by Trisha ClarkIgnore the cliche. ;) Again, a restore. |
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SyndicatedA Poem by Trisha ClarkIt's not a poem, so much as a thought with too many words. Another restore. |
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HomeA Poem by Trisha Clarktime Take your time watch it go just know-- you'll never make it home home cause home's a person not a place it's that name you can't erase .. |
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Apathetically ApologeticA Poem by Trisha ClarkFirst restore.... nothing new here! |