Misc. Poems
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memories with faint
colors paint her thoughts... -
Hiding in behind
the beauty of your own mask... -
Why must we always
pretend in order to be... -
a mahogany desk houses the letter you sent
a year ago, sleeping under a blanket of dust... -
No approximation yet made,
in an endless mental fabrication... -
Skies are so grey.
It is pouring inside out... -
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Life is always having somewhere to go,
and when we have nowhere to go... -
you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so... -
you are a constant. you are light. you are
a wellspring of hope. you are on the cusp... -
the absence echoes throughout this
self-inflicted desert, a wasteland of... -
time has come to a rolling stop –
for this brief moment... -
blackbirds sing the mourning birds in –
and i echo their songs of lament...
