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In the deep
unconsciousness,
of swirling images
and confused feelings,
things like sunsets or the
apocalypse.
The deep slumber
in whic..
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Fire to AshesAshes to DustIf now is the fire,what comes later?What if instead ofthe complex machineswe dream of,instead results a decaying,violent wor..
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Ugh, title suggestions?
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Yes, I know this is already a poem, but I've made my own version
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The grey words curlfrom her pouty, red mouththey spread like smokesecrets beginning to unfurlSecrets she shouldn't knowthose that aren't hersher red n..
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ehhh....
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I know there were never two suns, and the sky probably wasn't purple, but this started out as a VERY different poem
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Stars now hang from tall
stands of metal
Exotic animals are deer
Flowers are bread to have
the prettiest petals
Is nothing sacred?
Is noth..
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The soldiers feet stomp
the sound mixing in with
the thousands of others
he is one
out of many brothers
The dog tag shines
showing his honor..
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