Steeven
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some say it's dust...but i know betterA Poem by Steevenwhatschematics estimates of lovelike gallons of paint to cover a roomsystematic balance might be desiredto coat the ambiance of your skin, i so desire.. |
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for an old road in an old townA Poem by Steevenchristmas lights swung `cross-`bove streetdip like wet clothes slung on linein heavy hours before noon-shine.a parade avenues with barricadesbrass bei.. |
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a fable not a lieA Poem by Steevenfear no demonchild,their tongues (-)tasteeyes (-)see(-)life wastes like a garden mum nearing autumn.young one,child pull notthe bottle away hastily, s.. |
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on the tracks in court houseA Poem by Steeveni see nothing beyond the bend(a bend that beckons-howls this is how it must end!)by all means of life that's fine-so long as the wooden plank of my se.. |
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in diluted gardens my flowers growA Poem by Steevenand forever follow if so shallowwe can feel the stones between our toesbut vowelsand constrictictionsleave the minnows eatingthe stubbed digitsdead di.. |
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can i call you back laterA Poem by Steeventhere are no more'stomorrowstodaysandriods cryingleft the riverall of iteach currentyoubecause, if crawfishcould counti would teach them youryourphone.. |
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to what do i owe the honourA Poem by Steevenunfinished |
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friend like pronounA Poem by Steevenso you couldn't afford a pinkcadillac,i'm sorry.i've tried contactbut the dead airwhere friend-voicecalm like prozacisn't...isn't where i'd look for m.. |
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jesus rose, they say, father fell...i knowA Poem by Steevenso it gave up, that heart of yours,fell silent like a stranger tired of knocking on a door.if they had left your eyes openi would have gone maddove to.. |
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do the insects eat around tattoosA Poem by Steevenyou wanted to meet fire, last warmth for cold bodywhy settle in dampness?to feel the rain casuallyfill the empty apartment vacant of braintoknow as mu.. |
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