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"mine-dogs"with sticks on their back they charge into battle. / the world screaming behind them. / ringing of w

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Aug 15, 2016

the birds mock me.out of the day, born into the night. / out of the pain, breed in the fight. / drops of the rain, no

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Aug 15, 2016

High noon tide.sun breaks through bent slits in the room and streaks of light tell me I am missing my day. / a ring

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Aug 9, 2016

pour us outthree of us on the porch, glasses poured and cigarettes lit. / lip chatter towards talk of revolutio

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Aug 9, 2016

Toe knife.I wont let this dammed world take me, / she said I had lost it, maybe I was going crazy. / daring gi

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Aug 9, 2016

Blank slate.how can you fix your depression with indifference. / two blues to go with my dollar domestic / in a

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Aug 9, 2016

I was bitter, maybe I still am.ok my last attempt at really laying down a poem that has some depth, yet I feel by mentioning this i

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Aug 5, 2016

A collective figureshirtless and drinking my six dollar sangria from a measuring cup. / never has the formula been so c

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Aug 5, 2016

First dates and my inability to have a normal first kissWhy does it seem that men are scared of intelligent women. / of course this is a generalization. / S

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Aug 5, 2016

UntitledI have myself a interest in smooth edges, subtle features. / she wore a dress. / I lost my self in m

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Aug 5, 2016

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