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an instrument's key play the strings of my heart even as my emotional chords lie dusty in an attic brain, a lost room, a r..

xeroxed insanity suburbia kneels in coffin rows, all the heads turned the same way towards a grave of sameness the ..

without adornment i'm trying to be alone but thoughts of you keep intruding the top bunk in the bed of roses my mind tries..

kissing icicles you left me no wind to spit into, your cold, calm demeanor was an inert blizzard of incapacitation ..

constructing heart not your typical poet, more an engineer type thinks in equations, measurements autonomous in nature..

a sentence ending with emotional prepositions evasive subjects, careless verbs ask questions infer pronoun references without..

a thirst for grace splintered rehab, vodka lies under a cushion of hiding eyes a drink under the table of lust oth..

sale's slip i was in this quaint little shop of love looking for a heart to purchase, at a sensible emotional price, bu..

down the aisle of man slanted directions shaded misgivings north, southarrangements when given time, we slope momentarily ag..

just before the stillness intercedes hi top forest, redwood hats, limbs bowed in etiquette's rendering courteous leaves tr..