Misc. Poems
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She used it tonight, my new name,
pulling me aside and brightly exclaiming... -
As strange as this February night is—it’s ripe...
the moon is tucked away behind our longing. There... -
pictures,
the cliché of memories... -
you empty out
the loose tea... -
She drowns dreams in a soapy bathtub
Breathe the suds in deep... -
To be or not to be,
the throat of an hourglass... -
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What if we won’t wake
for we are fugitives of... -
To camouflage their
smeared hands they deliquesce in... -
some days is as if
i were an airplane being piloted by God knows what... -
Wheel marks
on the mirage... -
In any second our wings portion death and life.
We are equals as we are together... -
One and two are another paradox,
two absolutely diverse opposites...