Cory Barrett
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the cripple and iA Poem by Cory Barrett. |
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cold like fireA Poem by Cory Barrett. |
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Can you imagineA Poem by Cory BarrettReally, we all can imagine. Life's best moments are the lies that become true. |
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Can you imagineA Poem by Cory BarrettReally, we all can imagine. Life's best moments are the lies that come true. |
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Alternations neededA Poem by Cory BarrettThere is a place that smells like dust; an aroma heavier than gold and stone. Particles saturated with the heavy legs of memory. Legs that s.. |
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Banged up couch cushionsA Poem by Cory BarrettIt's been a while to write a fun one. |
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Sauces in the halcyon kitchenA Poem by Cory BarrettSauces in the halcyon kitchen I have had too many people ask me if I miss it. Too many times to answer in the same way that I have answered .. |
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Lets take a walk.A Poem by Cory BarrettYour name was different then,as were the words i wrote.I stumbled more then, andloved using vocabulary, thatwas not mine at all. I scrambledto spit sh.. |
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TimberA Poem by Cory BarrettI wrote a poem about a pine treedrooping under the weight of snow.I was meant to paint a picture ofa burden I've carried for a while.Trees die,my burd.. |
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Soft skin. Hard Alcohol.A Poem by Cory BarrettHusky green leaves clutch to limbs that bore them,but many of the splashy reds, and yellows have jumped.3 snows visited here already; the kind of that.. |
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