dylan-d-1Whisper

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continuation of a convex lifestyle- / The concaves in the glass bowl and the style which it imposes to the / Food within it to warp and appear not from this world.
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Curtains and CurtainsHer vitals are dropping like flies / The air in the room is staler than bread / Everyone here is a critic of sorts
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Poem Title--- / This will be the smallest, most insignificant, most trivial, / And most forgettable poetic parable anyone has ever written
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it becomes a flipbookMasterpieces nailed to the sides of train cars / As they pass it becomes a flipbook / Made of names so grotesquely caricatured
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The Bridge Occult- / I’ve been accepted in a number of small-town organizations, / Constructed by some confetti-fetishists who craved nothing more than
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Unending SandThere were happy times while at Home, where the sun / Licked the rims of our glasses and sent wayward strands of light / Streaking across an almost-empty tabletop,
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Observations of the 4th FloorIt’s a simple, mundane day, yet busy with an absolute slew of schoolwork / I take up a table in the library, high up on the 4th floor, overlooking / The shapes below with different work in the same time and place
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Paper poemIt's rounding three-forty in the morning / And my reason for sleep is tugging at me like / Gravity to everything
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never here nor therei’m going to try and stop you from running away / though I KNOW that won’t be the case / as water budges, so will the fish within
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Quiet EveningsAfter hours on the ocean / Our little sailboat is slowing / The subtle waves are losing life
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