Lee W. Deason
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Luminated streets will turn you kadaver.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonIs there something below? An edge that spins alive. Tell me there is breath. There is more choking. Wade into the cities acid ocean. To find....... |
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A blank happening.A Poem by Lee W. Deasonit so happens when you have a bad time in life with objects that R wh at t u d i eg for, 4 a purp-us that ! is it so bad when it not is sow reel--.. |
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The amphitheater of what you want to believe.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonYou scare me with your gun held smile held so close. To your lips are words that don't mean anything and i was to know nothing about this. Happy and.. |
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A strike past time to spare.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonThe last time I looked at a clock I was knocked off-balance by an enigmatically creepy feeling. It was completely clear that the entity was wanting .. |
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A tango for one.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonThe only way to confess. The lights move across your disco struck eyes. Make the brilliant dance to communicate how you feel to the one. Of cours.. |
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Ode to you wonderful Juju.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonClose enough to stand and watch everything else fall away. To far to be seen as clean, I have been more unclean than you want to know. It does not m.. |
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An iron conversation.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonMy point of view means that I am one of this and that and this is all of that and that is that. Yet my point of view is of what is here and here i.. |
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The statue of embrace.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonThere is a link between arms and lovers. Its called embrace. Beyond their elbows there are shoulders. These are pillows for tears of lovers. In be.. |
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Theres been a tragedy...A Poem by Lee W. DeasonThere was a murder next door, I swear I heard it. I will tell you everything that I heard, it sounded like a bad case of lover. So doctor what can.. |
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Lets put this into imagery, shall we?A Poem by Lee W. DeasonWhat a victory you have achieved, no? You went to far, its time to call it quits. I dare to prove, but it has came and went. So its complete there .. |
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