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A Repertoire of Manifestation My throat chokes up with testicular cancer While in proper etiquette I beat the dancer That sings t..

Unfold The wind is cold, Cold and Bitter. What have I been told About the winter? How does this unfold? I have bee..

October 16, 1990 My eyes ache as the days slowly pass by As October takes all of the warmth away. When I met you years ago, I was ..

Filth Take a moment to look and see The difference between you and me With the glasses and roles you fill. You teach children..

She is Like a Cigarette She is like a cigarette with how she makes me feel. I crave her and I want her but I don't need her. I ke..

I Love You, Mom A small town hospital delivers her healthy baby boy With big blue eyes, double chins and cries sweet, soft, and coy. ..

The Youth of Laurel Oaks The youth of Laurel Oaks will sometimes laugh When they forget the homes that are broken Or see the face..

A Dream of Salvation Broken bottles and bourbon whiskey smell My hands scraped in blood from a desperate hell Sunshine peers through shat..

Bubbles

I shed you my skin my dear loved lover As you bury your toes deep within me While gazing away from undercover For one to sh..