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You can't imagine the pain I feel. Just as I cannot imagine the pain you feel. But maybe I can help you come close to …
23/F/San Junipero
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It is hard for me to speak aloud and say what I mean inside Maybe this will help me explain who I am speak what …
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Sam Stone Grenier Jun 2015
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Sam Stone Grenier
Jun 2015
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ryn
Nov 2015
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•vile plumes reaching to the
sky•killing the earth as days go
by•cutting corners, we dump our
waste•the easiest of solutions exe-
cuted in poor taste•there are many
signs, how could we miss•when
we are the ones who did this•
scores of geniuses and inte-
llects•can't come to consensus
and drive a pact•to save the
world for our children•
to save what's
left for
future
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•vile plumes reaching to the
sky•killing the earth as days go
by•cutting corners, we dump our
waste•the easiest of solutions exe-
cuted in poor taste•there are many
signs, how could we miss•when
we are the ones who did this•
scores of geniuses and inte-
llects•can't come to consensus
and drive a pact•to save the
world for our children•
to save what's
left for
future
gene-
ra-
ti-
o
n
s
•
**IIIIII
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Ben Brinkburn
Jan 2013
A cross once hung there on the scarred
stone wall. Its outline burnished like
the shadow of a nuclear blast-
did the wooden icon perish in fire?
Crumbling igneous walls quarried from the
Tees-Exe line, mulatto stone, time as no friend.
Tumbling ancient brick, red lumps
and shards, no good for anything.
We pick through dandelion and thistle;
a ruined keep in waning time. You my love
are the expert, a geological feature of certainty.
I am the temporary marker.
We hold hands in this pretty ruin, this old
box of death. Roof long gone as if in a grand
gesture of soul release, as lazy grasshoppers
scratch in the evening, warm and sublime.
stone wall. Its outline burnished like
the shadow of a nuclear blast-
did the wooden icon perish in fire?
Crumbling igneous walls quarried from the
Tees-Exe line, mulatto stone, time as no friend.
Tumbling ancient brick, red lumps
and shards, no good for anything.
We pick through dandelion and thistle;
a ruined keep in waning time. You my love
are the expert, a geological feature of certainty.
I am the temporary marker.
We hold hands in this pretty ruin, this old
box of death. Roof long gone as if in a grand
gesture of soul release, as lazy grasshoppers
scratch in the evening, warm and sublime.