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A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
Lovely body rest easy, the tightest squeeze is yet to come. From the middle of the rotten bone, the middle of the rotten soul. It spins and divides ..
Our perfect reflections don\'t need second guesses..
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
Throw the peculiar look on today. It's looks best when over dressed. Make another stare to scream my name. Screaming my name on the fragile doll. ..
Look at what I\'m looking at.
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
Hey now. Do you wanna see the rage? It's my little niche, a unique color. Find it out and talk all about it. Because it's what I've got. For the..
Don\\\'t cuss at the flowers. They might hear you.
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
You can't waste your time here. It's only a matter of mental matter. That you just don't have. Why try to ambulate when you've got no feet? Like..
The 21st century could never stop pain.
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
It's by your bed the picture of us. It's by your bed where you lay your head. The picture of us. Next to the time as same as mine. I keep it in ..
I\'m not built to stand on the ground.
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
I wish I could get it together. It's all in my thoughts, laying in bed. I'm tired of being a spectator. When I should be productively breathing. I..
There is no book. I lied.
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
Mister won't you move so I can see. The hanging of my old broken smile. I used it for the last time yesterday. It was pretty, and elegant like you'..
Ballistic Pore.
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
Way to make me look bad, again with cognitive thinking. Bury my head, so I won't say what I really want to. Is it that I am permanently to you a mis..
Sand pages.
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
Did I know you, before you left off? In the sounds of bending walls. Throwing rationalization to shapes. Did I know you before the collapse? In ..
Lullaby erosion marks.
A Poem by
Lee W. Deason
Ignore the vibration, it's just a calling from out there. Some one trying to get a hold of you the wrong way. With conversation played out like a fi..
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