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(untitled)A Poem by RW ErskineIf at the moment of conception our life becomes not our own;what do we become, but the skin of another, which turns to waste. |
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Love to Live DeathA Poem by RW ErskineTickless handsmoan their finalstrokeIt is the timewhere the livinghave been waiting forWhen peacewill finally be restoredTo a oncebeautiful placeWhere.. |
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Beginning To RustA Poem by RW ErskineIn the bentshaped mindis an elastic morselof human fleshthat can devourheart shaped popsicleswhich melt the sunIn the distanceis a gasoline truckfille.. |
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