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My thoughts slinglike a little black ballin an old pinball machine.A jingle starts,the ball rapidly takes off,as impulsive as my thoughtsoften tend to..
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Am I right?Have I lostthe armour,of the shinyknight?
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An outrageous greedwilling to take the lead.Bang, bang. A long life guilt,no family to be built.
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A snowflake of desireThe movement of my eyes, when you pass by. The stimulation of my nose, when your fragrance fills the air. The softening of my lip..
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Latest poem.
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Let’s
travel around the globe and see
the thick
red line across
the answers
we pretend to have.
Let’s
travel around ..
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Baking a
small piece of meat,
In a rusty
old pan.
Water drops
falling and splashing,
From above,
through the holes
In the roof
..
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I seeyou might notwhat you'vebeen through
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A little, easy poem about Writerscafe. I didn't want to be poetic or whatsoever.
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Tiny waves of ups and downs
surrounding growing moments
of desperation.
Vague hope
convincing to
continue.
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