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the poet
is the homeless man
on the the corner;
don't passeth him by,
he hast many stories
to tell.



©brandon nagley
©lonesome. poets. poetry
An infinite amount of space full of internal conflict.
Don't make me your residue
I am no longer with you
If you remember, 5 months ago you scrubbed me off
Don't continue living in me like an empty useless loft
Why are you so bent on repeating yourself?
I'm healthy, but you literally said I'm too unhealthy to be around.
Contradiction in your words. We're all learning the hard way.
 Dec 2015 Chloe Zafonte
Gita
Listen
 Dec 2015 Chloe Zafonte
Gita
Words are worthless unless they're heard.
sweet sugar candy
your luscious deliciousness
that pleasures my tongue
Senryu
a strong gust of wind
clouds of leaves spiral upwards
sandwich boards fall flat
Haiku
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