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On my right shoulder sits a devil.He urges me to indulge in my desires; to encourage womenwith lewd commentary. On my left shoulder, sits an angel of ..
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An old one on the observation of poets.
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~Echoes of You~Your ghost hides in corners of our wrinkled sheetsreaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.I've never enjoyed swimming..
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I will plant daffodils at your grave.And when they've grownand blossomed,when they're huggedby an appricot-colored sun,I'll see them exist,cheerful in..
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Empty rooms in empty halls.
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The yellow sunlight ~ bright and warm,Crawled one morning on my bedroom floor.Was sluggish as a sleeper stretching his form,Creep~creep~creeping to th..
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Sometimes I feel like screaming.Inside a laundry mat's luminous sleepy window,among the low-pitched, hypnotizing humof stainless steel washers and dry..
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Those mighty trees that spread their armswere once as tall as you.And none have felt the sweeping strokesof what a saw could do.Yet underneath those s..
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With smoghovering amongcrevicesof a sleepy citythe sun rosefrom slumberheedful of rainon the way.Soonas increasing showersdiffused puddleson shiny str..
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He brought to mind
ted bundy or
the green river killer.
I remember a light,
strong and penetrating,
blinding even,
forcing me to..
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