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#dickensian
As was fashionable So becomes obligation One less concession But another regret Talons are not made for combs And too sharp drew the camera A portrayal of indifference Becoming a home All royalty escapes Never having had freedom And upon the palace the babes Quieted beside the bakers breads
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC
Heavy Ink
I've no money I've a bed I have eaten And now instead I park Knowing Re-establishing whereabouts Unknown Isn't common to do Yet, inside my visit I am there too It begins this deep The bloom is warm rest, indoors The time, fearful and abnorm The others writing and saying Haven't finished the clues I've been praying
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 9:33 PM UTC
List of the Lost
Everything must incubate in the cacoon Preserve after flying And while indulging in the modern try Wouldn't you prefer A world less invented A speak easier cafe crowd To start It varies Trinkets are quirky Yet a cart full of produce I can handle Sewing used is a leg not confused But I haven't the means for fashioning a pirate ship But yes a bottle may provide?
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
In Your Repair Shop Diary
I only know in compassions tone Which way a statement falls And should I reach to those closest Forgive my limping as I escape And that I would be required Or cancelled along the tombs Is filled over and again I've nothing left to prove My eyes are aged And shadows I did see But the retreated light Succumbs to the gain The wisdom wasn't taller Catching blame as fodder While reviewing the two feet below
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
Deconstructed Vantage Point
In time the familiar passed, And I would reminisce of The kind entrances, And of course the prepared arrivals There existed the calm Before the generational swell, And came was the altering, But not into old fabric The parade is handed over Skipping longer in tenure, And the distant barter speaks of before, Now, not curious as when When falls flat in timing the oceans Passenger to a passing instead And from no change, a missing Missed in the moment shed The skin is upon the light, Exchanging muted darkness, And rare is the ancestors sound Taken was wandering, in a new, muting of audience
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 4:46 PM UTC
Wandering Across a Fence