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Water a websitewith depression and watch allthe poets pop up.
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This world, unsettled, restless, suits my moodOf vague dissatisfaction. Edgy timeWill whittle shards of life away like woodAnd leave a staff on which ..
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...she is all that I have left, and poetry's her name....
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I asked my teachers this for years;no answer to be had.Why is some awe very goodwhile full of awe is bad?
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The boils grew like cherries;small, shiny, clustered,fiery-red and hard as rage.Stuffed to screamingwith their own venom,they vomited torrentsof poiso..
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Capturing a moment of not being in the moment....
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In search of kindling,two sticks to rub to light afire beneath my a*s.
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Each day is a gift;some gifts send me off in searchof the return desk.
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Daydreamer: spinnerof the straw of the mundaneinto golden dreams.
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Graying, overweight,powerful bearishbody a-crumble fromyears of bullwork.Didn't matter whatthe day job waswhen the stage was minefour nights a week.No..
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