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Coiled Springs on RustA Poem by RCSCoiled spring begins to show small signs of rust. These cold hard bones been tasting dust. The muscle draws like leather wear. I think I heard.. |
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Established 1865A Poem by RCSWinding wood trails and iron gates. All the things I learned to hate Mountain bears, hikes and bends. Cars abandoned where that road ends. This wa.. |
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i can hearA Poem by RCSCats outside scratch doors and cry FOOD. The neighbor above walks the floor in tap shoes. Every sound carries by rods, furlongs and folds. (That'.. |
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Heat Flash Daydream 1A Poem by RCSI was taking the curve a little too quick when I saw her. Tan and nubile moving with speed and grace. There was an instant flash of white hot lust as .. |
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