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Practical and Narrow
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
vivisect the bare emulation malleable monger of execration horse-faced, shapeless petty entity bisect your insipid meandering and hide from your i..
The Feast
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
Honey eats through vindication Honey-dew wrestles with compassion Honey can feed this dead ego Honey-dew sold out Jesus Christ Honey's been keep..
(Load N� Prime)--Plowing through this S**t Like D...
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
I can't help but to feel that I should singe through this world Incinerating the virulence of the skies Sinuous to any ignoble obstacles Staying ..
Corporeal Manifestation
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
This image creeps on in This image is your diagram of perfection Make an example out of this little girl Starvation is delivered upon you Pretenti..
The Dream and Occurrence
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
Opened is a shaded glimpse of me gift wrapped in emptiness surrounding is a murky surface of skin presenting me with the answer of who i am darkne..
Baby Paralyzation
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
If you care to go on without me, don't let me know at all I've never taken much for granted before, dont let me care at all I'm prepared notto act u..
Ghost of a broken heart
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
her death taking a glimpse clenching her fist i couldn't resist (to) open up her palm to see an autograph she fell in the mist grim gave her a ki..
Horse Babble
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
You keep thinking, assuming when you shouldn't speak. And this is why this conversion doesn't need to carry on. You can't save me Smitten cultures of..
Part 3
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
The consciousness isopening vasterthan one would compell Talecompositionreadsthe linesthroughthis fastenedcell Swollen eyesconstructsthatI'm thestru..
Part Two
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
Find the truce Conquest with no means to fail Just pass the precipice passing the sickle feel the cave start to bleed In it's course of happensta..
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