Misc. Poems
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How much hating them,
would impale us to turn... -
You're incurable
because you are the very... -
a violin
a violin... -
Watching patterns weave through the mirrors of my...
Relaxed on tranquil streams that meander through... -
You’ve no escaping route from this material...
don’t believe in what men are making you do... -
one night
it dawn on me... -
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Fleeing from herself
the giddy kitten of clock... -
How lonely is our
togetherness in compare... -
the eye of the tiger is,
the beholder of a lion’s din... -
And maybe there is magic
In the little things... -
your soul loses her posture as you
hunch to type the words you failed... -
In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...