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How do you really describe a poem without giving it permanence.
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A work in progress. Do tell me what you think about it so far.
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This is the murk:
The dissolution of self,
A swath of flies taking shape,
A face, dark, majestically callused.
It speaks in bu..
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A poem written with lines clipped from magazines, newspapers and other sources. The lines are unchanged, arranged to the theme i wanted to instill. Cu..
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Nature always finds a way.
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Teddy thought he was the perfect criminal, having all the right moves. Until at least, he stole the box.
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It is me
The new self,
A lonesome tragedy
Amongst a star filled sky.
The abortion of filth that which escapes the blade
To in..
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We find ourselves so close together;
Proximity brings hints of love and untainted glory.
A mental kiss of static and light, cre..
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Two flys f*****g,
On my face.
Their love digestive.
Wings a flutter.
Two flys f*****g,
Waiting to be smashed.
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Man's end and beginning.
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