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A Poem by Sean
On empty shores,
with footprints set deep in foaming sand,
I balanced my weight between rushing sea and solid land,
Until the bitter taste of day..
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A Poem by Sean
Cool light suffused the room through a blue stained-glass Jew, affixed atop a cross behind the youthful class.
Instructor's hot forehead rained daily..
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A Poem by Sean
light the fire, like the fire, eat the fire to taste the fire, good all the way down,
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A Poem by Sean
Its a kind of a love poem.
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A Poem by Sean
With incandescent speckles burning through ebony skies,
a golden scythe cuts through the night at the turning of the tide.
Flickering wi..
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A Poem by Sean
don't ask.
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A Poem by Sean
what ya m ean?
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A Poem by Sean
I could yell every night at the man in the sky
for ruining the surprise from the start
the patrons plead to die while clawing at their eyes
they'd ..
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A Poem by Sean
"Art is dead", thus spake Cyro Dee the prophet.
He rode down on an elevator,
with ironed white shirt and graying hair,
and found, to hi..
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A Poem by Sean
Six kids with fresh military tattoos toss around a football by the shoreline in the sand.
They yell, run, and make a splash, followed by a thud &nd..
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