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Into sea mists and sunsetsWe're literally verging on death and no one even bothered to properly orient us on what it would be
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Apr 18, 2017
In an unloved hinterlandLately, all I want to do is stare at the ceiling and let my consciousness descend in the cellar of p
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Apr 15, 2017
MarshlandMy internal landscape was once a wetland. Grasses and herbaceous plants sprout from the ventricles o
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Feb 18, 2017
MontageI now see my / succeeding days and / weeks and months and / possibly years as a ball / being handed
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Dec 20, 2016
The TV contains budding romancesThe TV contains budding romances / and break ups / and new lovers and mistresses of / hundred celebr
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Nov 3, 2016
No demons, no godsCould ever dictate / the course of our days / and nights / on the serrated cliff / where we bid our
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Oct 17, 2016
A NeedAll I desire tonight is / to lay down and / read some raw poetry. / Nothing more.
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Sep 23, 2016
Near the train railsThere were nights / when you would left me / for sleep / and I would ask you to wait for me / in an
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Sep 21, 2016
In an old house in an old room.When I die, / I want to be clothed in black / and look stunning. / Afterwards, / I want my body crem
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Sep 19, 2016
You are not made up of good days alone.You are far more complicated / and immense / and incalculable / and larger than that. / You are a mo
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Aug 5, 2016
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