Misc. Poems
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A cold shoulder and impassive face.
You were in some dry northern town... -
with soft yearning, i shall write of you tonight.
the skies simmering away the stars might have... -
...About the humid weather
and the foggy mountain... -
peered into the belly of the beast
that toils for pageantry, theatre... -
I wonder if death
takes us to the sun... -
I can see the black forest
deep-rooted inside you... -
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you cup soft breath in your palms,
offering it to the stars as an exchange... -
Roses in your stiff hands
melt my heart... -
The gales howled down
out of my house... -
You smell of scorched bushes,
and you thought of stars as poets... -
this is an attempt at a spoken word piece, wrote...
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The shattering
continued today...
