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It’s in my muscles. I feel it, the furnace. A loud flame, shakesme. It melts the glass and boils my… Read more
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I could never give you all of me,I learned, and unlearned,and relearned,again.I could never give you my dreams. I knew… Read more
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No peace. Yesterday was 3.14, March 14th— pie day to most math-heads and nerds. Today is March 15th, two days… Read more
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I’m tired of wording all the time. How can my face be just for hate, and not love. Read more
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Why can the rich steal!Silence, a poem thief rewritten. Why does death follow Black, in still. Read more
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Heaven aight up there.Less moonshots please,more clean pots pipelines leading cleanwater to soil, Sons &Daughters, leadmade livin graves. Glass houses… Read more
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Interactions of masculine life. Sown. Hard. Ripe. Cleansed. See me different. Sown into a tie and suitfor the night, and… Read more
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Someone in a novel I love said never stop dying. An anime I grew up wit had mad cats perish&come… Read more
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It wasn’t a breeze til you blew it. Read more
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…LoveA poems made of sound. Doesn’t know whento start. Or how……Love. Blazing lines on sheet,shining it’s light. The light, through… Read more