Azarel Szabo
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Another poemA Poem by Azarel SzaboAnother day comesAnother day goesOnce again, here I amWriting this prose |
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Love?A Poem by Azarel SzaboWhat is love?Our need to be wanted fueled by a preference for perversion?A chemical reaction awakened in our own biology?We will never know the true a.. |
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Little GirlA Poem by Azarel SzaboLittle girlBeaten BrokenAbusedLonely girlLost Afraid ConfusedWeak but strongNo longer refusedNo longer littleNo longer lonelyLittle girlLonely girlBra.. |
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Keep on livingA Poem by Azarel SzaboI'm trying to live Can't seem to get it right The letdowns The losses The dirty double crosses All get in the way They think they're my bosses .. |
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Eric Slansen: the story of an insecure man, a beau..A Story by Azarel Szaboa work in progress |
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SpidersA Poem by Azarel SzaboTalkingLaughing Hitting it offNew friendsAnd old friendsThe flame and its' moths Yet here I am Lonely Away from it allA spider A freakIn the dark On t.. |
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Sun RiseA Poem by Azarel SzaboAs the sun rises in your lifeI find it setting in minePutting the remnants of light awayand allowing the shadow to take watchI could've shared your li.. |
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Hacking away is how my friends playA Poem by Azarel SzaboMy ghostly friendsThey hack my wristI see you runningStraight through the mistRunning through meI swirl and twistJoin my friendsA shadowy fist |
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