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 Jan 2017 brandon nagley
Chér
hand's shaking
have you once realized?
eyes were blurring
have you ever cared?

i spent nights thinking of us
screaming my thoughts loud
burning my heart up
losing my soul in a deep broke

but still,
i hope you'd sleep well
not dreaming a thing
let the thoughts fly away
and have yourself a peaceful night
I am not starved
but*
Heartbreaks are all I eat
That's why I have a
malnourished soul
A river among a stream
forecast only myriad of dream
when early dew easily derived as mad
while peace here is now our dream
with thinking that imbed these orchid pastels
once weight did keep it from debt only seemingly then
but the river quay abscond many hats to wear again
while canoe does display this garden wall
with a dream of a lifetime so it's shone
when into darkness finding a rainbow
and each river there a quay did find a reeve
for contaminates as water must goldenly flow
as their sustenance can keep evermore alive.
Reeve is a Canadian magistrate.
end
end
three letters
three daggers
Stick in my hearth
I shake with every cell
Oxygen does not easily flow
Dancing in indiscretion
Inhaling every woe

Cancerous to nose
Infected by smokey lips
Adorned in selfish prose
Doctored with defying quips

Acted out in Fable
Characterized in yellow stone
A sure thing to bite
Pieces lost in clothes  


Hiding in a wake
Eyes of goopy pus
A manmade offense
The anti-verb of us
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