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All over her I see it The fire Arms spinning like a fiery baton Waiving ferociously, angrily At the world to blame Speaking in tongues The ..

Future joys harbor stories untold, and for the better implied. But one day as the water dries, and cracks form in the corners, there will be no ..

I am sick today As are many days That the trees bough share no leaves I am sick in this hour As are many hours That the earth toils under human b..

The wet breath of foggy dew licks the back of my ears and stings my eyes. The cold brick bleeds through my shoulder as I lean against for all that ..

Half of my life has gone And I have not, Nor will, Accomplish the vision of What I set out to see. To feel. Not the idealized version of Some r..

THE TUNE TYPE Upon the grey smoke curl of a low lit room Rhythmic thumping in my chest builds a roar In this corner begins observation Imagery o..

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