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I remembered how it made me feel. How I'd die inside. Such a courtesy to revisit What was hidden behind books on the furthest of shelves. For wi..

Pen to paper; Parchment, pencil. No talent begins to register As I study Frost. Purchasing the poetry stencil Then a glance at the broken swine. ..

I wanted to see how destroyed I looked. I'll never know the pleasure oncoming traffic felt. "At least our lives aren't as bad as this" As..

This irregular heartbeat. This dilation of sweat glands. ...This dull pain in my gut. I sense you, but cannot see you. The darkness of our relatio..

Ninety and Seven were good to me. But how will I forgive the Two Thousand Who pulled her away from me And I from her. And Two Thousand plus Two F..

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