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    An imprisoned poem

      Butterflies perched upon lashes The dark in my eyes is engulfing all Stars in yours A hiccup stung the memory of you I knit a bag of lies to carry on Shapely shoulders Disproportionate bones break like Twigs under…

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    Lost Home

      The wind has broken down a couple of times resting on my back giving me solace when in fact she needs it more than me wind, a carrier of good times doused with the fragrance of a lover's kiss…

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    A friend I never Knew

      A friend I Never knew, The body of Mine in Mirroring Form.   Sadness as I’ve Felt, A torture Wrought From the Twisting Antics of False clowns Marching with Black balloons On shadowy Streets.   Something in A restless…

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    The Spiral Graveyard

      Sprawling in tiny, The graveyard behind my house, Is a spiral graveyard with Hundreds of tomb stone, Etched with emotions, Hidden inside the lunar light. The tombstone carved Out of their regret, Shines in turbulent thunder, When words fall…

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    Hourglass

      I keep time with an hourglass because I prefer the shape.   It reminds me of the bottles with the dark sweet fluidity of caffeine and the feminine bodies keeping my attention.   This addiction holds me tight, so…

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    Live to die or die to live?

      Rolling the skin deeply In the waters, rusting my bones cold moisture seeps the pores hits spine, undercurrents discharged pupil widens, nostrils expand I breathe in the black smoke hair rise stiffens the nerves muscles inflamed; cortisol infused bloodstream…

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