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check it out y'all check it check it out
A Poem by
schanzilla
it seems like 37,000 steps your mind decries me i am a little lax with the facts but i never killed nobody better was the bridge, it spanned almost..
collision
A Poem by
schanzilla
fluid like the last words of angry conversation or drifting in and out of consciousness hazel in autumn how i trip on her smile sometimes it squar..
monstertarded
A Poem by
schanzilla
a lager for the fool like a lumberjack breakfast punch a hole in the drywall, drink it from the broke glass her Candyland melts down to its base ele..
bed crumbs
A Poem by
schanzilla
she says she knows what'll make me break snap dig it but i'm anything but extraordinary been broke since sometime mid1989 she hits the wicked n..
sounds familiar
A Poem by
schanzilla
broken angels shook the sky too hard there's nothing left a crumpled sheet of paper the sight and sound of no one laughing rolling ocean panorami..
this that and the other
A Poem by
schanzilla
make it like a peephole in my ribcage check out the goods inside maybe i was the swansong ideological maybe you were the reason why like never rem..
some plastic tomorrows
A Poem by
schanzilla
singularly, i stand and watch your rhythm the dew drops the rest of it what the hell, but i'm sleepless anyway i was there when the revolution re..
stalefish
A Poem by
schanzilla
i gots my chili get some cheese on that? like i distract you with vocabulary alcohol for capillaries delay my sleep, my quick to speak my quick t..
goodbye, sober
A Poem by
schanzilla
I. reptiles and amphibians of the American midwest face first gone livin' hit the minute to minute scenic skies derived from imagination pretty..
just shy of Halifax, 3:37 a.m.
A Poem by
schanzilla
better make it a snapped limb remember that maybe i was the laugh track and that's that maybe words were the world and i kept quiet broken down n..
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