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Empty smell-
hate that you
need more

you feel
the bad days away;

and forget the point.
Original prose from nonsensical writing i found in a book my buddy left in my car


Then again, hes as real an artist as anyone I've ever met. No short of a lie. Seriously.
 Mar 2020 Stained Glass
Khoisan
I get motion sickness
in retrospect
of some people's thoughts
Coronavirus
This is why they don’t tell us
The truth about UFO’S—****
We can’t handle the truth.

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/16/2020
All rights reserved
 Mar 2020 Stained Glass
chris
"the sad truth is that opportunity
                                 doesn't knock twice."
Down the pipes it pours.
Wet, earthy smelling and
warm in July.

Keep the sounds for
me.  I hear only the
horns and slather
of the wet cars.

Rain in the buckets.
Rain in the storm
drains.  The pouring
down street lamps
glowing at night.

Rain.  The song of
Songs in the Bible
of my life.

I stand still in the
night.  Listening
for your voice
in the splash of
rain

on my face.

Caroline Shank
Yes,
I knew it was coming.
No,
I wasn't ready.
Could mean brushing my hair
Or you combing my emotions for entry points.
Either way,
Untangling the knots
HURTS.
Sometimes dreaming is my escape,
But others
There is no escape from dreaming.
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