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Its best to cup your hand while lighting cigarettes in alleys with me;for a homeless man, the wind is foe.Apologies for the inconvenience, but I need ..
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There was a time I wore black eyes.I had a mouth ran dry from sport of words spit hard.Garbage cans were always insight.I would protest, always pocket..
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I'm a painter, of pictureswith words that tell stories,drawn out in a multitude of ways.I shall speak on life,yes, in ways considered tragic,with pass..
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Dear I say,Words, I feel, are rather inadequateattempts to convey the hurt of harmsdone. God howthings got ugly. The dis-ordered attachment to the pai..
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Pee-pants Pamala,squirting all over herself.Potty training doll.
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Barkers on Hollywood Boulevard were a ever-present litmus test to where my place was viewed in this world. During a three year period of homelessness..
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I sold my body.Having not showered for months,people would still pay.
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I was not ready, unable to love was I. All that has now changed.I'm free to love You,God, please teach me countless ways.May my prayers..
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~~~~~~~~Haiku is writtentypically: five, seven, fivesyllables per line. ~~~~~~~~~
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Riding with no hands, tires overinflated,carefree as the wind. ''''''''''''''''Forest fire rages;destruction all around me-A requirement. ..
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