tw-smithWhisper

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SpidersWhen the festivals are over and the roar of celebrations wind down, / I turn myself upon the road th
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Aug 19, 2016
HereafterI place my hand upon the doorknob, / But it does not twist. / Disheartened, / I peer through the pee
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Aug 5, 2016
A Year In DecemberSnow blankets the hills and contrasts with the pond. / Birds sing in ancient Avian and wave in fligh
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Feb 2, 2015
DustGrind me with the stone of life; / If I come back, / I come back with understanding. / If not then I
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Jun 27, 2014
Peyote DreamI was dead in the morning and gone by the evening. / The vultures feasted. / I laid for hours not kn
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Feb 13, 2014
Beside the Dying FireI have made sounds that were foreign to my ears / And have laid in strange places. / But as long as
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Feb 10, 2014
FiddleI could not read the music / And so I stood bewildered in the concert hall. / And I do not know why
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Jan 21, 2014
Die Like A RomanI killed myself today. / It was too much. / The debt, / The expectations, / The hippies, / The stone
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Jan 15, 2014
Somewhere A Clock Is TickingSomewhere a clock is ticking / And your brother has passed. / His last words were your name. / He wa
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Dec 12, 2013
Chest BeatingThey speak loudly and in generalities. / In truth, had they been born 10,000 years earlier, / Neithe
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Nov 23, 2013
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