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A Poem by I.R.
Ophelia, you walk in the mist, in the edge of the cliff,
With your memories, the toll of bells, and the hush
Of dead leaves under your silently ..
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A Poem by I.R.
It such a quiet, and gentle anger,
White, dressed in creamy cashmere,
Living in a white room, with swans
Hanging from their feet from the..
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A Poem by I.R.
Lust
It lives in a little one room cottage,
Somewhere deep, beneath carbon,
Miles below, where sunlight is an epic
Poem sung by th..
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A Poem by I.R.
Men in gray suits, red shirts and black ties
Are impenetrable stone walls, rigid, ancient,
Smoking their cigars and slurping gods’ blood,
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A Poem by I.R.
It all spirals out of my head
Like yarn ball being unraveled
By Theseus’ trembling hands
As the minotaur grasps
The old labyrint..
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A Poem by I.R.
He believes in beauty;
He’s Venus as a boy.
~Bjork
Lips, teeth, creases, rough
Tongue. The mild scent
Of mint and wat..
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A Poem by I.R.
Just a reflection...and I was going for an allusion to "Chi-chi-chi-chia!"
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A Poem by I.R.
I saw a snake near my backyard.
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A Poem by I.R.
Listening to "Beauty of Speed."
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A Poem by I.R.
Cynicism
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