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Well you can thank a good friend of mine for this one. men.
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I waited for you,
Meandered the world, the sea, and even the empty breeze.
But you were nowhere to be found, posters of a lost soul all around town...
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This is a found poem...
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I am going through stuff at the moment, so i guess it may emerge in my poetry.
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Short and sweet...i hope.
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Its ripped, its broken, its badly bruised…
Won’t you fix it with your tape and glue?
Rebuild my crushed dreams, and re-establish my lo..
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Sometimes you just write, without thought. Thats what i do.
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Gleam of Hope
Regan is a twenty- three year old who is forced to look inside herself after looking into the eyes of a homeless woman. In this moment ..
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. I am usually not a dark poet, but I’ve been reading a lot of Edgar Allan Poe stuff lately, so maybe that inspired me. Anyhow I guess this piec..
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