Nate
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UtterancesA Poem by NateUtterances At a distance, I speak, to try to catch the patterns that I seek. To hold and store these thoughts, galore; glorified profane... |
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Dressing Up for JackA Story by NateDressing up for Jack The week before Halloween had come. He was not ready. His plan, the plan had been so steeped in meditation for so .. |
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Questions of MatterA Poem by NateQuestions of Matter A Survivor’s Notes What do you say to the shadows-- those formless masses that haunt the dreams so that you.. |
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What of my prayers?A Poem by NateWhat of my prayers, are they rare. No, not rare. Are they blessed? No, I am a normal mortal I don't think they are especially special. They are spoken.. |
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I Hate Flowers and They Hate MeA Poem by NateI Hate Flowers and They Hate Me I Hate flowers and they hate me; those floral testaments of impatience; they impress upon me restriction. .. |
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Gray and White Matter through Violence AbstractedA Poem by NateMy first and only attempt at meta. |
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A HauntingA Poem by NateA Haunting I do not believe in ghosts. I think that people fear empty spaces. I do not believe in ghosts. I believe in the fear of empty.. |
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