m.s.early
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he closes his eyes when he singsA Poem by m.s.earlyhe closes his eyes when he sings because he becomes his own ghost and the world separates into a life on the other side of every window i know .. |
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speak to me in musicA Poem by m.s.earlyi imagined her voice falling like the whole world upon me and bursting into a thousand pieces. she wrote to me, “speak to me in music”.. |
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spring mossA Poem by m.s.earlythe trees are empty. the woods are quiet. the ribbon of creek running towards the highway only speaks when i hold my breath. the moss snuggles t.. |
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pansies at nightA Poem by m.s.earlythe crashing waves were not muffled by the morning fog seeping into my fabric like your kiss that never met anything but a thought of mine an un.. |
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the "you and me"A Poem by m.s.earlyDo you see in the inky sky The blinking eyes in the tell tale sea They are blips between the “you and me” The your, the my The there.. |
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she asked if i'd love herA Poem by m.s.earlyShe asked me if I'd love her Even if the whole city burned And I replied I will love you While the heat tortures the Melting air in the cramped su.. |
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shake it offA Poem by m.s.earlyWhen I had the devil on my back They said shake it off When I was looking for heaven And found the devil in me They prayed a little harder I.. |
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you want to see your dear museA Poem by m.s.earlyYou want to see your dear muse From behind a breathless curtain Where he aches And absorbs the absence of love Throbbing alone in his gutless m.. |
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the streets by the canal are emptyA Poem by m.s.earlyThe streets by the canal are empty tonight (other than her other than I other than the piercing wind winding between these towers).The piercing cold w.. |
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whisky and smokeA Poem by m.s.earlysyncopated claps on the old skin the top of the count is were the and is held the e is the sixteenth before snapping the sticks and the crash a.. |
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