Misc. Poems
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If there could be a place
where realism fades into the background... -
Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books... -
People seldom return
Seasons never cease to leave... -
My starting verse
a thorough beginning... -
your name is scarred tissue
on my tongue; your incendiary... -
we cross the meadow, astonished
in part by the beauty of it. the river... -
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to the man who chased after eternity –
foolishly, i follow in your footsteps... -
There is a lesson we are learning-
never to take anything for granted... -
Last night, I had a dream
that she was dying... -
with every step you take,
my heart beats faster... -
The day is as smooth and sweet
as her weekend strawberry sundae... -
The shadow in her closet
tasted sleep...