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"soldering" poems

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Circus LoveFor lust is a tightrope, / soldering fickle hearts, sewing passion. / Fade at its end,

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Angel CactusYou sad fool. My dear, old friend / How I find myself waiting for you again. / Your eyes drive into mine, with brights on,

@ryan-bowdish34

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White Demonallocation of supreme alliteration illustrates perpetual contemplation and concentration that dictates a maligned mastication of federal incarceration of elongated complementary probation leaving you cuffed and based on baseless accusations conducted in aboriginal abbreviations masked task force concluding a course of brevity conducted in coordination then coordinating and copulating condemnation for a homeostasis of thought bought scolded eroded and shot inefficacy perpetrating cultural holocaust irrelevance somersaults galactic static of mathematical bombastic smack addict glued shut in a craft attic floral resurrection gartered section of ****** selection she moves fluid through unaltered perfection of cosmic bypass past the point of extemporaneous infinitude reciprocating fortitude of sinews congregating fabricating visuals of vitality soldering axonal membranes on the cerebellum and cortex simulation of sensual vortex demented fusion more blessed I am that which stands to understand the incomprehensible unconsidered options of racial conflicts the screaming round of unaltered copper fiber severing life from the living only now can we debunk the years

@cole-morrissey1

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**** ungrateful Roomates***** ***** ***** ***** ***** and moan / about us drinking all the milk / that you didn't help pay for

@Anubis-the-Philosomancer60

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Black Revolver 1998i have held with / fascination, when i was young, / all of my toys.

@windsor-i-guadalupe-jr50

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A Funebre In Plaridel, BulacanRevel in space, yet not darkled, still / the **** and span of things that breeds / airlessness; The trees are evenly cut,

@windsor-i-guadalupe-jr44

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Birds of PreyAlice is alive and breathing in the resin gilded air. Inside the dream canopy. Fresh ears crafting **** melodies, ripe and crimsony. / Sound will not be my weapon. Mathematics will not be my disclaimer. Open me into the politics of your bathroom monologue, until the numbness of this methodical dialtone unravels the second heart and your tongue wraps the minutes on the bridge of your heaving vowels. / Class undoes no misery. Desperate limited eyes grabbing for other desperate imitating eyes. Sand undoes the fingertips, soldering one insanity to the next.

@martin-narrod3

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Half AwakeI'm still caught up / In the faucets / Ive been brought up

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Tales of ShadowsShine or shower, we bend forever / Bend to see if the path talks to us / Bend to earn a nickel with a foreign face

@srinivas-vasudev25

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CourageThe flame / In his chest / The same

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Autumn's Tawny Daughtercarve your heart in me, love. / deeper and away, our tender kisses bid the full moon farewell. / the pungent swelter of breath and the verdure of leaving furiously sway in attendance.

@windsor-i-guadalupe-jr50

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ProsthesisI hold your hand, young one, / you are torn apart. / I am the beating spirit inside us all;

@sansara-justinovich19

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No Love From The HomiesI'm sitting here rocking the cell block, getting a new tattoo. Ever since I left the streets there isn't much else to do. I was banging with my crew when the lead started to fly. I was making a few bucks just trying to get by. One of the boys had a beef and we had to put some work in. One 9mm and three shots later and I'm hitting the Penn. . Watched my homeboy laid down in the street, nobody saw nothing or that's what the police say. Now I got to do 20 hard, I hate that it has to be this way. I left a few good homies still running in the streets, they still trying to be living large and I am property of the state. Looking at the new crew that just came in, I haven't seen my family in God only knows when. So here I sit in a cell, trying to remember what it was all for. I am dying to get a touch, but no love is coming through that door. The ones I thought were my friends, have just walked away. After I took the wrap, they don't have anything to say. Even if I wanted to tell, I don't think I could. I still have family living in the same old hood. So I guess this is how for the moment it has to be. I'm sitting here soldering up with no love from the homies.

@james-m-vines891

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Unabridged, Unrefined Thoughts IIA desperation grows with every diminshment / Of what once was me to a soldering ash / As the boundaries that kept me afloat

@jacobo-raymundo30

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I Amverily this evening, from the veranda / i smell the fragrance of their arrivals. / the tall, slender, stockinged women

@windsor-i-guadalupe-jr29

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Lossnoun: the fact or process of losing something or someone. / The empty chat logs / Turning swiftly to empty bottles

@DarkSeaMaiden13

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An Unquiet MindAn unquiet mind, / Toiling with thoughts, / Evil as the doom that lines the dusk.

@meenu-madhavacheril20

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UntitledTaffy pull on a milk jug face. Maybe you are **** maybe I'm a clown learning to dogpaddle. You lifted my car keys using telekinesis, vacuumed the interior. I was sorting scrap for my steel messiah statue when you asked to borrow the last shred of virginity I was saving for my dead fiancee. Sure, start the sounding gun; parquet flooring is embarrassed to touch our bare feet. Yesterday I found out sis was almost given to a family from big white. Mom seemed ashamed that she nearly lost the most beautiful thing she'd ever slapped. Not sure I understood, I was ******* on a soldering iron. I think he'll be nine feet tall, carrying poinsettias and a letter to the local congressman. He might be a she, but I doubt it at this point. A trendy recipe for frozen pumpkin lattes is on the fridge, looking happy about being written. Who put it there? My risk taker with blistered hands, waiting on a client in the sweltering veg room, the microwave desert. This morning you gave my neighbors the copper I was going to use for his hair. It's okay. I think he's a she anyway, and she doesn't look like she cares.

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Beyond **** Lightunderneath the throbbing roof-beam, / where no words / bend

@windsor-i-guadalupe-jr22

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Untitledyellow autumn burns / hot / molten

@alexis-garcia8

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S*morose thing now, / this thing under umbrage / of a maddened machine;

@windsor-i-guadalupe-jr27

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Under..since canibalizedthe nape of her neck / smells of soda and leather / she rubs her eyes.

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Neverending SpaceIt's here. / All around you / Look and you'll see

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Dear PoetThis poet's a know it all / But you know it's not all / It's cracked up to be

@christa-ziegler16

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Whirling in honey*I am dancing through the worlds / entangled by your curls / technology, commerce and religion

@ganesha-michael-shapiro60

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