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Dan Pramann Jun 2010
you can invoke any idea
but how much of it
did you make appear
humans by nature
can't help but not be sincere
we take from memory
and call it our own without fear
all of us pose in someway
pretending when the public is near
people change sometimes
everyone wants a slate that's clear
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Dan Pramann Jun 2010
my heart exploded today
****** and beaten, lying on your bed
with a scalpel in your hand
you silenced my pounding arteries
and jabbed a pen straight through
with ink-stained hands, you
hugged and kissed me goodbye
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Dan Pramann Jun 2010
funeral bells already rung
coffins made of warm wood
shattered glass with no reflection
bright street lights dancing
dancing around the crimson pools
i dance along
afraid to open, to see
this sight of metal and flesh
of roses soon to come
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Dan Pramann Jun 2010
Here** laying with wide open eyes
listening to the rain
fall down to earth
to your window and mine

Here not where I should be
watching the rain
wash what seems like forever
from these cracks in my head
washing away the cobwebs
that alcohol couldn't remove
only misplace

Here standing, drowning
in the rain and
underneath this burden
of missing you
my new nine to five
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Dan Pramann Jun 2010
whipping to whirling
circles upon counters
tipped over and emptied
drooped over to search
for glass, and rotted grain
not yet spoiled by tiles

spinning to crashing
joining bodies from earlier
air to stained carpet
a pile to small to be chunks

waking to wondering
hours before are scratched
never to be replayed
unknown is vast and choices
were questionable
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Dan Pramann Jun 2010
passing by
needles jammed into and through
hoping they hit pavement, and
create a thud
that resounds sickly in tissue
and never leaves
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Dan Pramann Jun 2010
Orange and red
Combine in a blender
Filled sky high
With clouds and soon to be stars
Even one pinch
Of that ever growing pollution
Just for a kick
That bites and burns
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