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Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
Wrapped in indigo,
the pavement hummed in my ears,
and the stars sang along.
Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
Little left to do
But drink the beauty of grey
And slam cheap *****.
Brenden Pockett Jan 2015
A few more pages,
Built on sinking foundations,
As I lose what's left.
Brenden Pockett Jan 2015
January tenth,
Setting sun searing the sky,
As I learn to breathe.
Brenden Pockett Jan 2015
The evening air whips
Books filled with dog-eared pages,
Smothering candles.

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