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when i heard your
last whisper seep
the line
disconnected,
the receiver still
at my ear.
though sweating and
perplexed,
i knew th..
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the pilot of my
brain
is dropping bombs
like me
onto innocent
victims like you
intentionally
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sometimes i read others sharing their trial but not their victory
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before her tongue sparks electric flitteringswherein vile cacophony splatters walls(perhaps her pride will never be extinguished).can the tongue bless..
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in time, the motion linear,where now forever is being,the other thread pulled from my headunravels in mist and film,saying, "my friend, rest here.ther..
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his flesh is teemingwith you bearing inner moansi'm trembling, scathing
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to think is to exist in this nowbeyond which no further moment lies,no minus moments to conceive,no longer being to recollect.though now is but one no..
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Even though the carefully constructed stanzaswere designed to produce satisfying tastesrenegade verses ablaze like red plasmaleapt from the poem on a ..
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their little fingers
probed curiously
cigarette circle
holes
carelessly poked
through cotton blankets
during Saturday
morning cartoons.
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two separated souls as distant as worldsstrumming out verses harmonically true,universal expansion and asteroids hurledmeteors bursting, cosmic sympho..
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