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A Poem by Que
Late summer air encloses her soul
and the ground beneath her nakedness
yields to her touch, soft with recent rain.
The cliff reaches above the cano..
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A Poem by Que
S**t has hit the fan
and I can’t turn the damn thing
Off, with my faulty head
I’m throwing away my sorry state of
Being, lost in my ..
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A Poem by Que
I had been walking in the woods, ended up at the top of a "mountain" and I saw a man gazing at a woman. I assumed he didn't know her, they left sepera..
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A Poem by Que
Moonlight dances with the breeze
that glitters in the frigid spaces
between those few ancient trees
who have survived in a frozen land.
A ghost ..
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A Poem by Que
Remember what a rose means.
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A Poem by Que
Visions in puddles of gasoline
are veiled with foggy colors
sent to swirling by dead junebugs,
an outstretched wing as a sail,
never to send itsel..
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A Poem by Que
Be cool,
cry naught
Be cool,
show no love
Be cool,
stand far off
Be cool,
die alone
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A Poem by Que
Sleep little beauty
dream precious dreams
Wake little beauty
wipe sand from your eyes
Laugh little beauty
everything will be fine
Cry little b..
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A Poem by Que
Watercolor crows
soar high above
in the acrylic skies.
Crosshatched frogs
swell their throats
in photographed ponds.
Smudged by the coal of ma..
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A Poem by Que
My first attempt at rhyming on purpose
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