robert-c-ellisEcho

Greenville, SC
aikenOur moon is a graveyard filled to the hilt / With arriving guests, comets of verve and girth / Dug craters for gravemarkers and alabaster rocks
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Mar 17
UntitledI’ve got to stop thinking of my molecules as mine I know / Its just the settling sublime explosion. / WE LOVE THE PAST BECAUSE WE LOVE FIREWORKS
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Mar 6
O & EOur lungs look like branches so / we’ll rustle when we breathe / and grasp at sunlight when we sing
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Mar 6
nocturnOur moon is a graveyard filled to the hilt / With arriving guests, comets of verve and girth / Gravemarkers are dug craters and pindropped rocks
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Mar 3
Page12, section viiOur lungs look like branches so / we’ll rustle when we breathe / and grasp at sunlight when we sing
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Feb 10
UntitledThe deleterious hands of the clock / Sweeping up after my daydreaming / Coal-fired by a sun sunk beneath
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Jan 29
UntitledOur minds are as large as / the universe they conceive, and as full of darkness. / Memories are asteroids,
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Oct 24, 2025
:-)For your... / Tragedies, / Calamities,
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Oct 10, 2025
The key of EImagination is an ocean floor littered / with bones and teeth and / Star matter and fish scales and
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May 6, 2025
UntitledSitting in a chair / Sipping coffee / Swatting at gnats
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May 4, 2025
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