disfiction
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of love\'s sweet betrayal to the light; dawn appro..A Poem by disfictionthe mirror shows not myself it tells no lie left and right i can see you eight different ways and none of them are right the only truth is found .. |
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still life grooveA Poem by disfictionon my street all bodies are proportioned on my street the lengths are defined the police dont patrol down my street on my street everything is just.. |
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false oppositesA Poem by disfictionthe wind is like a hand of a thousand fingers running along an endless sea of tree leaves we exist to catch emotions in glances, the pinpricks of som.. |
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plonaA Poem by disfictiontemple spreads in a trumpet petal storm discreetly cascading through pillboxes filtered into an absolute norm solemn now in the grotto a scarecrow.. |
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even i get boarded sometimesA Poem by disfictioninimically tear asunder bough to sercle eroding, fertility's decay in gloss wretched to moralize, to theorize aristotle, suffer not abstemiously g.. |
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fata morganaA Poem by disfictionmay 23rd, 2007 |
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