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Is the Doorstep Where the Buck Stops?The outside is off limits and a doorstep becomes a dais, / To show frustration and sympathy, / To light a candle, to mourn
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Mar 24, 2021
Our CityMy city is not built of walls, / But memories cemented by senses. / A Colosseum of an evening;
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Sep 5, 2015
CircusA turned head to hide from your eyes, / the mistakes I am about to make. / Our inability to avoid the hurt
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Apr 26, 2015
The fallout of jealousyI cannot forever be walking on this gravel, / This glass shingle / Grating beneath my bare soles.
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Aug 2, 2013
ThomasTwo bodies matched playfully, / Taught and stretched / Entranced in the lines
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Aug 2, 2013
Sea lustWishing for brevity, / As the heavy heat settles / And this mocking breeze,
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Aug 2, 2013
Lost at homeA life conducted in these four walls. / It grows so hesitant / And blooms brave.
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Aug 2, 2013
Silent confessionsSilence that bleeds / And breathes across / The cavernous void
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Aug 2, 2013
Welsh rainHeavy grey sky / Irrepressibly looming, / Descending, a sheen.
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Aug 2, 2013
Sweating in a small townA vast unfeeling sordid breath, / That scalds my naked doubt / Grazing the space unfilled.
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Aug 2, 2013
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