cory-childsWhisper

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LeavesAll potency for pain and pleasure binds, / Confined to freely ebb from causal shell; / Then, urged by current convalescing mind
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Jun 15, 2015
LongingI've been counting cold seconds / Slowing will without her heat, / Growing space between each beat
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Feb 2, 2013
No. 2All potency for pain and pleasure binds, / Confined to freely ebb from causal shell; / Then, urged by current convalescing mind
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Sep 11, 2011
No. 1If you cast truly, king fisher of men, / Show care with connection, rare, meaningful song; / Withered by loss, I cannot comprehend
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Sep 11, 2011
UntitledIsn't it vile to feel such a way / for something that I can't control?
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Sep 11, 2011
Juvenilia: Warming the IronThis problem is all too familiar, / my ignition unstarted and still. / Can you find it and fuel it and startle
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Sep 11, 2011
Juvenilia: LeavesThe room is empty, save the leaves of what was weakly grown / Parting way with pain and grief, new hope is hardly sown / Lonely sapling greets the light and cautiously unfolds
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Jul 23, 2011
HornOne man among many, of this I’m most sure: / on chorus’ carriage she reigns. / But settling with rest, all chaste and demure,
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Jul 23, 2011
Buy-ProductWho am I to question why / the hotdog has its name? / I'll eat all I'm ordered to
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Jul 17, 2011
Juvenilia: WaitingWait just a little more. / Wait for the sun to show. / Wait just a moment more.
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Jul 17, 2011
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