Julius Whitfield
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Practical and NarrowA Poem by Julius Whitfieldvivisect the bare emulation malleable monger of execration horse-faced, shapeless petty entity bisect your insipid meandering and hide from your i.. |
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The FeastA Poem by Julius WhitfieldHoney eats through vindication Honey-dew wrestles with compassion Honey can feed this dead ego Honey-dew sold out Jesus Christ Honey's been keep.. |
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(Load N� Prime)--Plowing through this S**t Like D...A Poem by Julius WhitfieldI can't help but to feel that I should singe through this world Incinerating the virulence of the skies Sinuous to any ignoble obstacles Staying .. |
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Corporeal ManifestationA Poem by Julius WhitfieldThis image creeps on in This image is your diagram of perfection Make an example out of this little girl Starvation is delivered upon you Pretenti.. |
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The Dream and OccurrenceA Poem by Julius WhitfieldOpened is a shaded glimpse of me gift wrapped in emptiness surrounding is a murky surface of skin presenting me with the answer of who i am darkne.. |
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Baby ParalyzationA Poem by Julius WhitfieldIf you care to go on without me, don't let me know at all I've never taken much for granted before, dont let me care at all I'm prepared notto act u.. |
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Ghost of a broken heartA Poem by Julius Whitfieldher death taking a glimpse clenching her fist i couldn't resist (to) open up her palm to see an autograph she fell in the mist grim gave her a ki.. |
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Horse BabbleA Poem by Julius WhitfieldYou keep thinking, assuming when you shouldn't speak. And this is why this conversion doesn't need to carry on. You can't save me Smitten cultures of.. |
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Part 3A Poem by Julius WhitfieldThe consciousness isopening vasterthan one would compell Talecompositionreadsthe linesthroughthis fastenedcell Swollen eyesconstructsthatI'm thestru.. |
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Part TwoA Poem by Julius WhitfieldFind the truce Conquest with no means to fail Just pass the precipice passing the sickle feel the cave start to bleed In it's course of happensta.. |
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