sansara-justinovichWhisper

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1-2-3--Ghetto!Turns out, / I’m an idiot / who knows nothing and does no good.
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Apr 19, 2011
20 CigarettesI walked to buy some Marlboro Reds / the kind I always used to smoke when I lived at home / with my parents
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Nov 16, 2012
$50for fifty / dollars / you
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Sep 19, 2012
9 WordsWhat / can be said / in eight words
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May 19, 2012
A building made of wordsEven the words now are pictures, or / fixtures holding light, illuminating oil-stained paintings that darkness had drowned. / Exclusion of meaning was power, but all it destroyed now is found.
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Jun 1, 2012
A day in *****A boy stooped in that lonely corner / saw in the vending-machine’s glass, / self-sufficient, weary eyes; less
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Mar 16, 2011
After the explosionI tried to write down my thoughts / but I couldn’t because they were coming too fast / Then I tried to type them and they got even faster
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Apr 19, 2013
A leavingI hid beneath the cover when she left / smoke filled the black emptiness of my mind / and she was gone
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Jun 6, 2013
A little about meWhat is it to be free in an unfree world? / Madness, as the only escape, is what I have chosen. / Madness in the sense of unrest,
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Apr 21, 2013
A little poemA little passion-- A loss / A little belief-- An unbelief / A little love-- Unloving
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Apr 21, 2012
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