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sean-fitzpatrickEcho

American
Poems175Followers179Words5.8k
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PerfectThere is no such thing as perfect / only the quiet agreement / between what breaks us
@Sarahwild15
Apr 13
11.21.24The arms of eternity open, / like a sentimental bolero played / at some in-between place,
14
Nov 21, 2024
Nothing Stirs Per Sespace has always heard disembodied / voices--then mouths eventually / opened with shocks of sound.
@Onoma14
Nov 10, 2024
Poetry as UnderwearSometimes . . . / Such as a Who / . . . at Leeds ,
@South-by-Southwest24
Nov 10, 2024
11.8.24Visages perch like leaves offered to the sun, / as we lie below, sleeping in a stream, / toe-to-toe, our gills inundated with burning.
18
Nov 9, 2024
mortal musichave you ever seen / moonlight on the lake? / the moon whispering
@guy-scutellaro32
Nov 8, 2024
10.22.24Standing conifers / girdle them down / to recumbent silence,
40
Oct 22, 2024
step into yourselfthere's a world inside your mind / and it wants you to find / a place for others,
@zarab12
Aug 29, 2024

@sean-fitzpatrick

Echo
American
Joined 2011

But nature is a stranger yet; The ones that cite her most Have never passed her haunted house, Nor simplified her ghost. To pity those that know her not Is helped by the regret That those who know her, know her less The nearer her they get.

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