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The Indwellers (Stirring the Pot)
knowning nothing muchof the hidden past
only that sometimes itlurks and breathes deeply,
could there really b..
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Full Betterment
my tomb isthis fleshly place
and it holds stronguntil the end,
but we've the choice of full betterment
or wallowing in the sna..
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Starved of Nothing
faithful to the frenzy
and surely lickingour lips,
for we'veallseen flesh on parade,
and now,oglingso dizzily its intoxicac..
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Uncontrollable Plateaus
your love is unending,
in fact, it's an open welcoming,
and as we stumble through all this
weary day to day, you rema..
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The Greedy Uprising
just like
all greedy children,
we merely want
that whichwe want.
with nocare
for the feelings ofothers...
but willw..
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The Breathing Embers
immobile as the embers
find their breathing rights,
and standing stillwithin silence
as I await the reaping of this engul..
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Ode to Poe
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Desolate Dues
notwanting to be one
ofsuchdesolate dues,
where every breath is a sour
display of a deep seeded poison....
and the past rides..
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The Walking Dead
walking dead men
rotting as we so go,
bodies given over
to the ugly unholy...
lust is the desired
meal of every day
an..
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Enveloped in Distance
down by the water
I'd truly like to skip my blues away,
I'd watch the waves ripple
as soon they'd be enveloped by distan..
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