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I'm a painter of pictureswith words that tell stories,drawn out in a multitude of ways.I shall draw on life,yes, in ways considered tragic,and would b..
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Mama ran off with a hobo, said she'd be back in a day. Been close four month now, daddy's cooking just don't taste the same. Daddy I miss my mam..
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Thirty seven years go ageI had used for the first timecompletely a tube of tooth pasteentirely a can of shaving creamevery last check in a book.In ord..
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Rolling through presumably west Texas.Automobileslicense plates acting as pin drops.Coordinating off the sun to get my direction.I'm breaking the code..
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I used to have a nasty habitdoing things my way.I used to wander aloneL.A. traversing into the heart ofunswept crannies and alleys.Crying I was; searc..
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Strewn amongst the urban bramblehis home, a thrown on wheels.Squeaking. Bottles and cans clanking,breaking the silence of the night; announcing to all..
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Oh, how I learn from the titans.Swinging anvils of wordsround then round;the existence of understandingbeat upon until new meaning is forged.Oh, how I..
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Yes, it's true.I've seen the footprintsin shapes of sadness,treaded across our souls-from Satan.Disturbances left behindlike the tidal sandswillingnes..
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I was under heavy attack,yes, from the enemy within.Dangerous at times though exciting,prayerful in some of my actions,others-I just didn't give a dam..
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Senryu
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