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11:55 in October, Uncommon WeatherI'm so tired of walking this tightrope. / I'd rather fall than turn back / Only to be turned around again.
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Oct 22, 2012
20 WordsI see atoms / Fall down like rain / A paper thin curtain
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Sep 13, 2010
4th Floor Chronicles (part 1)She pushed a strange religion / With hand-printed Southern Gothic tracts / Crumpled, wrinkled, stuffed in the pockets of her robe
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Oct 23, 2014
4th Floor Chronicles (part 2)No dignity for the 4th Floor Psych Ward gang / Paraded about through the entire building / Rockin' and rollin' blue & white striped bath robes
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Oct 24, 2014
53Within these same walls / I watched years / Too long taken for granted
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Apr 19, 2015
8:02 PM If That Clock Is Not Fast or SlowLike my path treads through / Infinite clouds of gloom / Only briefly broken at ever shrinking intervals
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Jan 21, 2015
9 MonthsMy heart's delight / Razor groomed, baby's bottom / To glide my fingers across
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Sep 14, 2010
About the AuthorHe stared at blank pages / His heart ached to fill / With nothing inside him
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Apr 9, 2014
A brief history of another dayShining pearls of metallic rain / Jettison vertical, a thousand picture perfect / Puncture wounds
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Jun 1, 2018
A Condition of Domesticated BirdsWhen a pet bird escapes / Through windows or holes / In the walls or the roof
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Nov 10, 2015
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