Poem
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The String
there is a string that holds my heart upwhen i sleep when i walk, when i thinkwhen i laughi see the world as itit isand the colors ofof everyperipheralsightis just subterfugelike a liethat imposes itselfon melike a lieim not a… Continue reading
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Where the wind goes
Wind blows away goesAway goes away wherever The wind goes. Yesterday, my day blasé blank stare from my countenance Towards the wind and the rainAnd the mobs of people In the street in the car then in thePseudo friendly cavalier… Continue reading
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People That
People thatYou don’t know, (I.e.) like“I know you by this many degrees”Kind of People. That you metIn your trauma. The people you metBefore you may have started Falling from your syntheticHigh; From the smoke and the fire. From whom your… Continue reading
