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no need for words deaf caves the bats asleep during their watch a small creek whispering its bubbling song the quiet is d..

Decoy lover's quarry he's her prey she prays to wound him with Cupid's arrow just enough to slow him down not to tot..

in perfect insult the irrelevant have no money but a lot of nerve tarnishing beautiful subdivisions with perfect houses and..

Backpacking into a Dream into pages we wander carrying nothing but our words in a backpack full of old clothes old relationsh..

welcome to my world of poetry gibberish is my goal i fear interpretation of my work because then readers will be wading into shal..

"Top 'a the World, Ma" at nightfall i fall into conspiracy with you we beckon careless love unaware of intentions or i..

i can't help it, it's the genre metaphorically speaking, i love you. figuratively speaking i dance in your moonlight ..

Crazy Paring i'm a flake not snow not dandruff not corn or bran just a flake writing as a crazy constituent not ..

the truth of windows the laughing draft chills my soul's window the glass frosting from your indifference i smiled t..

too late for the spotlight i am illuminated but dead i am read by hoards but dead they didn't want me alive i had no me..