Misc. Poems
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Home insisted on grief—an overabundance of never...
consisting of too little, reduced to living in... -
Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share... -
The whole world was only a cell, and your cell was...
It was the freedom... -
When I feel dark inside
I wear black to hide... -
a world of man vs a,
world of machine... -
"Don't let the panic win!" I say to myself in a...
Though I'm already panicking so it's clearly a... -
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where will I be in ten years
if the pounding in my head... -
you go on with what you
consider cathartic... -
there are times when I sit
staring at the ceiling for... -
Tonight, my home garden is
glowing like no other time... -
She welcomed him in the
fields of wildflowers... -
A
dew...