winslow-bigbyWhisper

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UntitledIt is a Summer of goodbyes to songs of the heart from moments past, crying melodies of old hallelujahs. My new friends, you hold before you a Wayfarer no longer as young as could be, left painted by the sighing brushstrokes of many starry nights and many starry eyes now in fresh alignment. / My friends, I do not fit neatly into arms. I do not fit neatly into places. I do not take kindly to the lapping waters of sleep. I am a creature in revolt. Let me close enough to you to rest my hands on your breast, and I shall in time **rip away** the necklace you wear, because I see greater in you than heirlooms. And you will hate me. And I will be faring on my way, and I will let my hair fall over my eyes and ever dream that I might have been the ghost you might have loved.
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Jul 24, 2014
SymbiosisReason, my sweet, / I've woken to find you / warming my bed once again.
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Jan 11, 2013
A Father's Self-DefeatI had a son, / but some faggot sucked him off / and turned him queer.
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Nov 16, 2012
Musings on the Value of LoveIs it better to run / from feelings that inhibit / one's flourishing as a person
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Nov 11, 2012
Poem From a Dream About Growing UpIt's a little monkey's birthday, / and he's off in his own world. / There's a bear, always watching the sky,
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Oct 19, 2012
Dignified Self-Pity (I Love You)In an effort to make this brief / (because self-pitying satire is the / least pitiable of all writings):
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Apr 2, 2012
Paternal Words of AssuranceTake heart, my protégé. / Your pain is only mine from the past, / though you make it real again
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Mar 23, 2012
How Unwise the Free-SpiritedDon't bother looking at me. / I'm just the old man who missed his stop. / I've obviously made a mistake,
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Feb 24, 2012
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