PatrickHarrisonWhisper

18 / M / Chicago
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Bulimic Aphorisms and Anaphora.Why? / Was it something they said? Was it something I did? / Telling signs let flowers die, flowers
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HellHeightened, above it, the crane strikes down on water. / Eerie fog splits down the path of the creat
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Lost to HistoryI am a hymn, in a hidden drawer. / I'm just waiting to be found, / like my grandfather, / and his fa
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waterforget me now, / let me drip like water / to the life after, / for I am older; / far sadder than I e
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a year later-the grass is tall again, / and towering green, with Spring. / I never expected to fall in love with
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I left. I'm back.I left. I'm back, / as a different person, / and a cooler cat. / Won't you come? / I mean, to sing a
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you think about it.Imagine, / writing simply, or rather simply for yourself. / It's a bold move to pretend to be someon
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Foreign LoveI found a foreign love, / under the covers / of a scarlet moon, / she asked me how I was, / and I re
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Drawing a Silent Film Without Piano.You know how, in those old quiet movies / the hopeless romantic would die in the end. / Or those fac
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Pretending to CareI go on walks, not for myself but in spite of others. / I lay in the basement for hours, reading and
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