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Robert J. Stinson.
A member of the 82nd Airborne Division.
Or had been, anyways.
He lies, now, with tag on t..
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The soft
ruffling of curtains shone in light
As if the
tepid rays did search for deep,
Repressed
darkness settled beneath with fright.
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Frivolous
words meander from my tongue, aimlessly wandering like a lost child,
a helpless
nomad, searching, unearthing, dull eyed seek..
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The flower wilts in the early mornMere weeks before the cool winds had laid to restTheir harsh and demeaning attacks on the fields of green.Rolling hi..
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Hourglass
A Collection of Poems
Brad
Baum
Green meets blue,
Puzzled toget..
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Time.
A non-existent entity, a mere creation.
Something that the human race imparted
upon itself.
Compartmentalized by our own hands.
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Each squared panel giving off a light
That is shared by no other, light that is unique,
and yet similar merely in a sense of proximity.
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I look at the
Boy.
With bright blue eyes,
Sitting in the summer shade,
The crisp green blades cutting against his bare
skin.
Legs ..
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I watched the interaction between our
meager, young romantic and the masked man,
Forcing my hand perhaps,
Having placed a string upon their..
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