Misc. Poems
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a humble vagabond; shadowing your existence
in search of a conclusion to a story that was... -
but then
even my Daisies sprouted thorns... -
I tried to find home
by looking within and... -
I still want
the truth... -
I who have always found ways to escape,
skilled at filling gaps and stitching... -
hand-picked wildflowers stamped into the letters
you’d rattle off, were easily one of my... -
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When a long novel
is signed in misfortune... -
you spill light into the evening sun;
lending warmth to an otherwise... -
The bruises are
disappearing... -
You appear as a ghost to me,
when I play chords simply yet soulfully... -
My starting verse
a thorough beginning... -
The coffee hymn in the morning
was our best harmony, we always...