From the outside looking in
It may seem like a slight shake...
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fingers select notes...
I really don't know
what I am doing...
Does the chilly November air snuff out my breath?
Or am I a fool for thinking that I could breathe...
1.
Someone had just jumped in front of the train I...
There is something
about Winter...
To the walls of Babylon I float
In the summer heat of centuries...
How would it feel to love you,
take you out of your misery...
When rage
shoots without a...
I keep expecting you
to dazzle me...
I'd like to gather my poems
and scatter them...
Wonder to where all names among names went lost,
That those blind in eyes search marbles white...