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The inherent tiredness of watching dust andwebs float on soaring wallspounding into lost teethonce again settling intofa..

The grain of the floor moving Like the story that was written On the inside of my ear By the tooth of a wolf ..

I was actually trying to explain one my other ones, and this appeared.

The creases on my shins The reminder of the laces Of those boots that you’ve always hated. The crossing of..

The trickling beams highlight The rich greens and yellows As they rustle in the breeze Tearing from their mooring..

Thoughts from my hostel room while traveling. I'd seen a bar called "the Raven" earlier and this started tooling around my mind.

Her crimson hair floated into the restless windThosetousled tressesflitted against the moonshared theircrimsonhue with him.With each breath Each..

Taking off for London and this little diddy poped into my head

So my roommate said something, and dared me to make a poem

Home is…. Well I’m not quite sure But is it where or what is it? Is it where you can..