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exactly how it sounds.

Days never end, the futility of seldom visits by my father start a new life, friends are gone sinking slowly Living to vitiate the youth of Americ..

a poem

giving in to Dionysus to get closer to Apollo

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All the games and croc tears, add up over the years like strange waterfalls, blood red violently crushing me on the hidden rocks below, my head aga..

in order to move forward you have to let go of the past.

tombstone, gray the shackles of another year summer stretch, fecund and redolent time slowly passing, as I brace for another blow, faltering, "han..

clock ticks twelve midnight chimes blank stares the hour gripping salient poses on a stripper pole far and wide spread legs six inch heels ..