Poetry
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What people do in free countries
Do not be concerned that your suffering is meaningless we are occupied with very important things in free countries While it is true, that we do not give much thought...
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desaparecido manners and wheat
sorbus counterweights, hiking derate clams meaning nothing – here among the war attire, among the stolen passengers of goodwill, left to be kettle fronts, in the exception of tired desaparecido...
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She sees no rendition of the former past midnight for incoming Rome
a proximity fuse among falling out threads like sky maps awake for Cat Clyde and harmony of tired servitude recorded four thousand years ago in caves of stern relationships and...
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the naked liberty of daylight
With timidness propinquity leads to redemption only among the early of heart, there was no banter among the shellwall dispensation velvet brushes where soldiers rehearsed their roles for the evening’s...
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There we were, still and living for the dead
It has been 27 years today. I think you are still watching me. Sometimes I feel like you kick me conscious When I drift off lost in nonsense thoughts Something...
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I have found you
You were singing under the doormat Just like me you were singing songs of fantasy, like Canadian salvation like and an interfering God, like pools of jewels in this sand...
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The Rock and Stone Selling Florist
The masonry judge compelled and proclaimed a pretense, a soldier’s tried arrival – locked in a summary hold – like a Sunday tutor’s math quiz where equations are a reluctant...
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Solaria For Enervated Saints
Where just pretending is dreaming A man from America, shoots after mimicking the warfare Of a mirror shave Forgotten ages of let go stinge, just eliminating hunger In exchange for...
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Disobedient Fractures of Sailsmiths
separation from the weight of social anxiety with a gull of pain that crescents in my face and head and teaches me a new humanity, like a stubborn new snow...
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We shy away from our wings
fractured hands and robed intentions promoting growth in the sea of the absence of meter I have no more secrets to dispel but I would like to hear yours, long...