Pól
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We bleedA Poem by PólThe silence deafens bursting drums screaming so loudly it explodes into Death. And the spell, broken shuffles its coil, mortally embarrasse.. |
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N'er could beA Poem by PólPissed when I wrote this, so apologies if its no good. |
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Slit my throat, pleaseA Poem by PólTell the monster I'm here awaiting her arrival my throat bare, ready for slitting. Tell her I'm ready andI called her inter alia, a dirty .. |
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Call me old fashionedA Poem by PólJust a piece of nonsense |
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The secret readerA Poem by PólI wonder who it is who views my musings but never makes yourself known or tells me what you feel. I hope the words I weave the images I pai.. |
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A whispered silenceA Poem by PólA whispered silence invades that space that empty place that rests between us stinging our eyes pollutingour throats. and then you ask "what .. |
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CrescendoA Poem by PólI wait and ponder how long it will be before the crescendo descends on me. Stars in the night luminous and bright set out my path to redemp.. |
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ShacklesA Poem by PólMy oh my!I hear you sigh.Worries etchedacross your face.Dear oh dear!the future's clear.Imprisoned in a cageof gold.For goodness sake!a love so fake.T.. |
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Wailing skysA Poem by PólShards of light Electric white Splinter the heavenly deluge Transfixed in nocturnal flight Crispy, crackly As brittle leaves underfoot Crunch; .. |
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