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A Poem by Dean
A heart quite overpoured is mine.It replicates the breathinspiring purity and artwith just a piquancy of lust,expiring endings of romanceand promises,..
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A Poem by Dean
Molten steelis what I wish to pourupon the gray confusionof the stubborn, blinding gall inside me.I want to see the mountain tremble,to hear the roari..
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A Poem by Dean
Two lifetimes I have seen since yours beganand still I am not free, though haunted byyour words, blood-coated with your passion, seeped into a history..
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A Poem by Dean
I thought to analyze this basic stuffthat is existence...taking love apart,identifying every aliasthat I could name.There was compassion and humility;..
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A Poem by Dean
I thought to analyze this basic stuffthat is existence...taking love apart,identifying every aliasthat I could name. There was compassion and humility..
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A Poem by Dean
Three walk the path to darkness on this night--one to embrace, one to observe, and oneDeus ex Machina, a travestyof the divine; the role is mine to se..
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A Poem by Dean
The breathless seas expire across the shore as if still more to dramatize decay, as if the spirit realm were threatening; unseen the children of the d..
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A Poem by Dean
(Read this as if your deathwere imminent--within the week--what would you do?)Last wishes said, of course,what then? Time drainingfrom your mind, woul..
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A Poem by Dean
He walked along the country roadsuffused with guilt...the archetypeof arrogant despair bearing unknown void as some monstrosity ballooning; thus encum..
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A Poem by Dean
Poet's songIt is in the first of morningthat I sense my magnum opus--there among that which is most mundane,and like a ghost that I may never see or ..
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