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 Nov 2018 Iz
Jeremi
SITPI
 Nov 2018 Iz
Jeremi
SHE
IS
THE
POEM
ITSELF
 Nov 2018 Iz
Thorns
Fantasy
 Nov 2018 Iz
Thorns
I wish I could live in the fantasy world

   Where the lonely find love

      Where the poor find riches

         Where the evil pay

            And the Lord above can say "This is good." again

         Where war is gone

            Fighting stops

Freedom reins

         Peace is plentiful

    Where you can go to sleep not fearing what's outside
 Nov 2018 Iz
moon child
Back pain.
 Nov 2018 Iz
moon child
The stress of the day
Makes her way
Down
My
Shoulders
 Nov 2018 Iz
moon child
"You can talk to us"
They say

Duct tape in
Hand.
 Nov 2018 Iz
hannashe
Leaf
 Nov 2018 Iz
hannashe
When he falls...
Alone...
Lonely.....
He never hated the wind...
Who dropped it....
 Nov 2018 Iz
Colm
Depends upon the day, the place
The amount of light through the southern panes

Based upon the subtle shades
Around my neck and through my veins

Rolled up like sleeves, a comfort to me
With a crisp cold lip and a floor wiped clean

Oh, yes
There is no step close enough to see

But it depends upon such things as these
The none, the less, the purpose of me
#depends
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