Matt Cunningham
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MiseryA Poem by Matt CunninghamAn evening watching those who live on the streets. |
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A PictureA Poem by Matt CunninghamCreating a picture in the motion of life |
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TracingA Poem by Matt CunninghamThe downfall of hearts |
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A BenchA Poem by Matt CunninghamWhat is comfort? |
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StreetsA Poem by Matt CunninghamThere was something about them. The way they felt, their smell. They turned the soles of shoes black. They were always full, even if they were .. |
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PurgatoryA Poem by Matt CunninghamThe Heaven and Hell of limbo. |
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A FieldA Poem by Matt CunninghamWalking upon an open field in the daylight. |
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SalvationA Poem by Matt CunninghamThe possibility of finding everything in what seems like nothing. |