Jwakefield
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The TopA Poem by JwakefieldFalse men, all of these. Heads like summer hams, And eyes that plead for blood. Fat, crackling tongues Spark dishonest engines And dribble on.. |
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The Face in the WindowA Poem by JwakefieldNight had crawled in and murdered meager light, Through purple panes of milky glass, and placed A chill on me, a nameless creeping blight, And star.. |
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Died Sweetly on a FridayA Poem by JwakefieldCharade was played, and just as well, as the worst of men,But the game cannot be won, and cheaters can't be beat.Laid them low, and made it so, then n.. |
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TodayA Poem by JwakefieldSugar sweetened sickness, And prescribed perception purification. Kaleidoscope cardboard cartons Fling fast food frailty. A reimagined reality.. |
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The Lady's TowerA Poem by JwakefieldA poem for Dig. |
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Empty InterstateA Story by JwakefieldJust a short story. |
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