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Dried logs stacked, memories pastsome split some notones that burn slow others fastsplit with sweat and snotOnce living, now end in fire's smokewood c..
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Born dying, we race back to where we comePain is but a moment, life but a flashBefore birth we existed numbA dive into death's pool just a splashCold ..
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Shadows and shades bright blazing beautymolded memories adorned with bootyclocks that run backwards birds under the seapain that is bliss a talking tr..
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Teaching a class, of top brass at a military baseOfficers were crass, wouldn't take no sass to be late was a disgraceBehind, in the grind of another d..
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Each ring one more yearSome thick, some thin, dark or paleStill growing with light
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A drop of dew restsOn its surface reflectionsInside lifes force's
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Life is but a dream a vision of ghostsmind's dust and smoke from inner fireswith fuel of fears and hopes it coastsnavigating mist's hosts of desiresEm..
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I once knew an old guy who's eye was always on the side of the roadHis stomach would growl when an eighteen wheeler would howl going by with its loadO..
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Greater than nature we pretend to beNo idea if we create, monsters or godIn front of a mirror we revel in our own vanityArrogance's bait becomes a foo..
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Out of slumber I awakenA dream so unsettlingBy a vision takenmy poems, crumblingDry words dissolving into dustlifted in bibulous clouds by the windwhe..
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