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Flowers bloomed insteadNo matter how softly they walk, / treads will wear the terrain / by the paths of least resistance.
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Jan 17, 2018
Dreams.The clouds dipped low, / low enough for our fingertips / to touch perfume to their necks
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Nov 24, 2014
Not a skyline. Barely a place.glancing over the town lights, / filtering darkness into a / sick pink haze, they lay and swell in valleys
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Nov 24, 2014
The Rustbelts' Morning Robewe were two doves, / beaded on gossamer wires / early windswept sunlight
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Apr 27, 2014
2am.Headlights hang. / trapped in eyelashes / aspirations wandered above
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Jun 13, 2013
Among Thistle and TrashIn a shrill corner / with overcast clouds dully wasting the day / for contemplation washes in brackish waves
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Mar 16, 2013
Over-Ripe & Squanderedwatch from afar / counting shadows / viewing life splayed out
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Mar 1, 2013
Oak Treesshed that shell / translucently / lacquered
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Jan 22, 2013
Winter gave you that black-eye.You are the last sliver of light / my rods and cones can find / a chill clings on the shoulders of an iron clad morning
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Jan 20, 2013
Plastic Bags. Plastic Night.Even wan hills / looked better in / threadbare light
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Dec 16, 2012
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