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Surviving the Fear
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A sweet moment with my son
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Each stanza represents one of the kids, the last is about my feelings for them.
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Free Form. This is one of the first poems I ever wrote.
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I crawl the dumpster,
Looking for offerings,
Looking for sustenance,
Looking, I crawl in the night.
I crawl for I am an outcast,
I am a sparr..
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Wind blowing,
Trees blowing,
Trees flying,
Everything flying,
Glass breaking,
Docks breaking,
Waterspouts coming,
The ocean is coming.
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Leave! Give me peace, why lift my idol fronds?
I cry for this entropy brings me closer to my wish.
See, all my flowers have died and I will foll..
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Thoughts on friendship
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A poem about those in the Cafe
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Poetic prose of the loss of my entire family
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