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Tag Archives: Poem
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When all the old rhymes cease to move and the heartbeat’s leathery bark chokes the mind from much-needed spark, what is left for the soul to prove? When humid downpours saturate brown silted streets, drowning pollen and dreams, while my … Continue reading
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Corridors crammed with saucy self-concept likely to spill on the linoleum floor: “You got something to eat? Give me some. Thanks, good looks”: we are most likely inept Passion, patience. Green-yellow leaves fighting off winter in this hollow hill of … Continue reading
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If anyone out there can hear the beat of my thickened heart inside my flooded chest, I ask (well aware that my life was blessed) for pity before my final defeat, at the hands of my words, my mind, my … Continue reading
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