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A Poem by Dean
Death is increasingly my friendas breath subsides; it hides no pretenseof regret or fear, but lets me own itas a coverlet that I will knowas now is lo..
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A Poem by Dean
and righteous indignation flares...the essence of defining is prestige.So may I learn to love.So may I cease to predicatemy wisdom on cliche,my father..
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A Poem by Dean
Beakers ready, gentlemen,titration calibrated to the critical degree;unveil the poetry distilleduntil reagents strike at all the barriersthat we erect..
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A Poem by Dean
Because I must.
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A Poem by Dean
My thoughts are of survival.The things that were and now forgotten,seem to claim a patience that the earth imparts�"soft decay to spite th..
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A Poem by Dean
The inner I looks out, disinterested.It is the same, the spirit realm in color�"a reality that I may know, no morethan those sweet mists o..
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A Poem by Dean
Now there is some sort of truth in flashes, a challenge to endure,to let the change within me speak,the words not mine alone,but of that mystery that ..
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A Poem by Dean
anti-war
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A Poem by Dean
anti-war
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A Poem by Dean
Within the space of nothingnessthere lies totality...dimensions that the sailing ships will never find.Here, the lurking presence of the selfwithin th..
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