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The ocean hazewhimpers softlytowards land.And winds watch them for days,pounding shore deftly with consistent, comelyblows. She beholds silver traysin..
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Storms will hold you close,the dream anchor sun.They lift the sky seed,of the dream anchorsun of broken light.
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Love22(2)16Only11(12Alright10(-2)22(-1)2And so it is.This birdwill walk a million sunsand speakto the only lonely goatof things to come.Melting,it was..
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I was told the end would be beautifulbut all I see is anguished,ugly and terrifying.Now she is nearly weepingfrom the sting,thought we would never see..
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Brown
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Outward spreading
the feet like mirrors
behind
voices two
indifferent, deny it
called out
spoke too soon
that we dared speak at all
as I step ..
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A guided stream of consciousness poem for a contest.
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You're a grave to them.
A burrow for the furrowing,
A mule in constant stirring.
You give them a licence to crave
And in madness behave
Like the ..
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The smell of death was my only friend.
He'd rot my clothes,
let me wilt a spin.
No, father, hunt me not in here
lest mother find me lost to fear.
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They would cut us loose
to help the world get richer,
help the snow get thicker.
They will steal the light from our cure,
steal the life from our ..
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