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words that pound…

They might poke They might prod Be calmer Than the ripples

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Birth Month.

March croons again and again But I would rather greet the sun Or play with the wind blown dirt March whispers again and again "Another number is here" Does she know I can barely get two and four to agree? March... Continue Reading →

Why do you weigh me with the scales in your eyes?

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you will see time rush in the crashing

They cry "beautiful, beautiful” And I cringe Grateful for myopia As I tighten my turban Who dare calls a thing so imperfect Beautiful?

I was told fire can be friend or foe At times it consumes you beautifully Yet it obliterates you completely The next day.

a little blood is still blood

Manny.

You trifle with mortality shun her kisses dismiss her with another sip of liquor oh manny you are running straight to deaths conference. An appointment you should be less eager to attend.

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