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The chimes don't spell the timeA Poem by jinjahmanpoem about time |
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betwixt this and the nextA Poem by jinjahmanSeamus Heaney RIP |
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More SenseA Poem by jinjahmanI said to him it didn't matter;it mattered a lot.He didn't hear, hadn't been listening.It didn't make much sense.Anyway,I spoke aloud again,when he wa.. |
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inventive invectiveA Poem by jinjahmanRailing falling;saturn spinning;invective churning spider like creatures. couch potato salad fingers melting below the mine and insipid chime of the s.. |
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where has the sun been hiding?A Poem by jinjahmanwhere hasthe sunbeen hiding?cheeky divil!like moonswanning around.may dazenovember coilinground ringsmy heavenso hot;hell cold.Broken Swords,Shredded .. |
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ConditionA Poem by jinjahmanmy pulse ran to the font exploding before the prying eye carefully tipping a scale of non-existent pain and where my illustrations .. |
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ah the blasted luck!A Poem by jinjahmanah the blasted luckah the blasted luckwhat have I done to deservesuch blasted luck?every switchevery wallevery inched turnevery squallsuch blasted luc.. |
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Count on SleepA Poem by jinjahmanWhen I cant sleep, I want to run. My legs dangle from an itchy cliff. Brain entangles consciousness Splitting fences I'm counting o.. |
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