Brad
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rough diamond....A Poem by Bradsomewhere between the grit of coal and the shine of diamond |
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red-eyed observations....red lake, mnA Poem by Bradwritten when i was 17 |
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duration...short and sweet...A Poem by Bradeach has it's own time clock... |
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draped....A Poem by Braddepression is a wet cloak... |
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so here it is...A Poem by Bradsometimes life is like an hourly hotel... |
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history....A Poem by Bradeveryone's hands tells a story.. |
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this time of night (manic)....A Poem by Bradsleep escapes me easily on lonely nights... |
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