The Midnight Writer
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The silence in my HeadA Poem by The Midnight WriterThe Silence in my HeadOften time the thing that hurts the most is not other people,Other words pounding upon my cranial cavity tend to hurt much worse.. |
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Men To Machines To Monsters.A Poem by The Midnight WriterWhat is our future?For that matter, what isanyone'sfuture?Daily advances in technology cause changes.Wounded marine with a robotic arm or leg.Trauma p.. |
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SlippingA Poem by The Midnight WriterDedicated to Samantha. |
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Fear and premonitions.A Poem by The Midnight WriterCan you sense the future? |
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ReturnA Poem by The Midnight WriterIt was sudden, almostinstantaneous,When she was stripped away from me.But she returned.I expected nothing to change,Like the timein between neverexist.. |
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Live long?A Poem by The Midnight WriterImmortality is an amazing curse. |
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Vision of the future. P.1A Poem by The Midnight WriterP.1 - snip-it. |
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Park BenchA Poem by The Midnight WriterSomething I saw one day when I went to the park. |
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Is this the real life?A Poem by The Midnight WriterIdk. |
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A World Of LiesA Poem by The Midnight WriterBuilt by people, destroyed by the truth. |
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