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BedsheetsA Poem by discombobulateCome home:the planetary rotation movestoo fast for yourfeet to cling to.Salt in your mouthfor flavour; in your own time.They won’t wait long for.. |
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Dolly the SheepA Poem by discombobulateDestruction is a form of creation |
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BairnA Poem by discombobulatenoun: SCOTTISH 1. a child. |
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SandmanA Poem by discombobulateSleep eludes |
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DefinitionsA Poem by discombobulatedeath beyond the earth |
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ClosestA Poem by discombobulateSociopaths, by nature, love in an entirely different way than others do |
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AftermathA Poem by discombobulateLet’s rummage through the detritus: glinting copper and yellow string, a smeared stack of handwritten letters, written with .. |
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If I Should DieA Poem by discombobulatethoughts on mortality |