simon-d-sprague - Hello Poetry

Today, much like yesterday, I smoked a cigarette.. Predictably, later on, approximately forty-five minutes later, I went outside for a cigarette. Throughout this span of time, nothing meaningful happened necessarily. Freedom.

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Aug 4, 2013

Aug 4, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC

simon-d-sprague

100's

Today, much like yesterday, I smoked a cigarette.. Predictably, later on, approximately forty-five minutes later, I went outside for a cigarette. Throughout this span of time, nothing meaningful happened necessarily. Freedom.

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Poetry *****

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Aug 4, 2013

Aug 4, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC

Frothy white hymnals jammed in naked pupils prowling in dusk and debris, Howl through the decade shone in the east. The distant loom shimmers across a nimble field, Exciting the crown which lay heavy a second time. You scramble in your sweat weeping through the seat. A tiny fleet flutters only but an instance. Forgotten what for? Forgotten why?

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Aug 3, 2013

Aug 3, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC

simon-d-sprague

Velvet

Frothy white hymnals jammed in naked pupils prowling in dusk and debris, Howl through the decade shone in the east. The distant loom shimmers across a nimble field, Exciting the crown which lay heavy a second time. You scramble in your sweat weeping through the seat. A tiny fleet flutters only but an instance. Forgotten what for? Forgotten why?

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A shadow in the courtyard. Counting the pulse it calls for. Plummeting consonants on each measure. Particular, are her own fractures To the pasture of the dark. You would recall, A desperate departure. And settle with the queen. A bedlam in the marsh, a bedlam in the hush.

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Aug 3, 2013

Aug 3, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC

simon-d-sprague

George

A shadow in the courtyard. Counting the pulse it calls for. Plummeting consonants on each measure. Particular, are her own fractures To the pasture of the dark. You would recall, A desperate departure. And settle with the queen. A bedlam in the marsh, a bedlam in the hush.

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