Category: Poetry
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Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the… Read more.
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If only I could grab myself and hold the wounds together. The wolves watch with piercing eyes. I smell blood… Read more.
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Liquid day Fog, breath Cornucopia of popping white lights Amplified chatter, chaos, screaming children The central corridor of the train… Read more.
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And I awake with an itching in my soul Barbells of thought weighing me down And then I get overwhelmed… Read more.
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Those bad mojo memories Coming back to foil and kick A decent day turned down low Shadow records play in… Read more.
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Embers remember the coach light And there, a pale December sun Beckons the black birds to rise To carry a… Read more.
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When everything is fake like snakes And the lemons are made of wood And the faces are made of mud… Read more.
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Dawn barks in a chill Sky gray blue Air silent Broken only by a lone loud engine Coffee cooling down… Read more.
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Vibrato shattered shells Mortal coils unwound The dirty veil of the Earth Chokes on its own existence They are coming… Read more.
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On a day When I was blind To the world a bomb Am I the only one to see The… Read more.
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