Ben Taylor
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The Looking GlassA Poem by Ben TaylorI was just sittin' in my hotel room.. |
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Heart MurmurA Poem by Ben TaylorWhen a kissIs not theEndBut merely theMeansTo anEndIt meansInfinitelyLess. |
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HabitsA Poem by Ben TaylorDirtied by the dustOf despairThe sunlight ofHer plumageIs mutedThe incessantPingPingOf the miner'sPingDissatisfactionReverberates alongThe barsOf her .. |
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My State Of DisrepairA Poem by Ben TaylorA rabid,Insatiable flame.Time,Also known asLife,Devours and turns toAshThat which we striveTo achieve.An unstoppable currentThat rustsAnd erodesAll we.. |
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Autumn RebellionA Poem by Ben TaylorA metaphor. |
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SarahA Poem by Ben Taylor:) |
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SuicideA Poem by Ben Taylor"S". |
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AcheA Poem by Ben TaylorIt roils hesitantlyWincingAs the concrete undercurrentListlessly attempts to slow itsProgress.An anemic frictional forceWith aVague intent to cease th.. |
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ConflagranceA Poem by Ben TaylorThe withered leaf fleesBourne aloft by plumes of smokeIts brethren consumed |
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Traffic ConesA Poem by Ben TaylorSharp orange warningsA surcease of complianceThe airbag ravine |
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