Lee W. Deason
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A look into the paintings you make.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonSo specific the taste of your eyes. I could taste it on the filter of a cigarette. Sweet it is. You knew it was just right. I know I did. As you .. |
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The stop motion of a breaking that happens in fron..A Poem by Lee W. DeasonThe interview of an outer view into a cave of what seems to be a broken scene. To look into a window of my being as a person who functions on the .. |
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Red wedding with White rose pedals.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonWe smother each other. Its okay though. I use my lungs for everything but breathing. So what is it hurting? I mean its okay as long as you have the .. |
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A mirror would look better.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonWe both know that you are lured into this race. We both know your attracted by the disgrace of others, disregarding forgiveness. I've seen you lie.. |
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Does it look so bad?A Poem by Lee W. DeasonHere it comes. The Sky is falling and your hands are sore. Raise your arms now, this your last stand. Can you handle this. Breaking memories with ha.. |
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Scientifically accurate and emotionally form fitti..A Poem by Lee W. DeasonThe worst I can imagine is when you can not escape torture in your own mind. Screaming out loud to get out and going mad does not alleviate the situa.. |
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Infection of the mind apparatus.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonWelcome weeping heart of victim. Victim is dead. Straight to the heart, the blunt trauma is harsh. Abrasive I find thoughts to be. Violently fas.. |
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Explode and once again cry quietly.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonYou wear the bruises on your neck like jewelry. Seeing as how you are never separated from them. The lie you believe feels good with the direction y.. |
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Dream pains and a faint touch.A Poem by Lee W. DeasonHere we stand with our human hearts in our hands. Living in color and choking in slow motion, our scene is black and white. You still can never let.. |
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Is all I need in the west coast?A Poem by Lee W. DeasonGive me approach. Give me manners. Give me a toast. Components for a celebration. Addition to the fake smile line. Give me approach. Give me.. |
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