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 He leaves his home at dawn Picking his way among the traffic By public transportation With only a lunch pail Loyalty and a few meager cents... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson here I sit in my unmade bed this morning listening to my beard crawl up and down my neck like ants surrounding sticky... [read more] |
 True love, perpetual as the sea. Relentless as the waves upon the shore. An old couple sits together, hand in hand. Lovers forever m... [read more] |
 i can't keep doing this to myself. describe an easy feeling, it's easy to interpret the jungle, where fury stalks it's prey. so inviting of... [read more] |
 A beautiful crescent shape, That with wonder, I gape… The nights you light… Dispel you, plight… The dark skies you light, Wonderful, bounty... [read more] |
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sensing a vacancy my eyes are empty, looking for you. thinking, that you'll find your own way to me hoping, i wont be needing, to do any l... [read more] |
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jen- what happened, what happened? (you're asking) well i have some reasons, i just think i should be different about the way i am, if you... [read more] |
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where despair and disdain perform articles of routine law inside my brain, i break away, i distort the face i see, when i play in the bathr... [read more] |
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" i " I am an abstraction of self, i consider you. i am an unrefined and mal-informed realist- my straight and narrow walk is more like hee... [read more] |
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the withdrawal back into ones corners, of small downfall. failure, viewed as a loss for the collective, a bewildering moss stagnates change... [read more] |
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harmony lurks in the little things. the smallest little dream, the seed, that became the flower picked for the truest love in the hopes of a... [read more] |
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This is the house of the wilted flower the broken dream. memories of what has been have her bound and gagged, without mercy, images of figh... [read more] |
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hey there sparkle tell me you have a heart of gold, pretend to me, that you are a leprechaun and i will search for you at the end of all r... [read more] |
 I wish I could loosen The wimple life has placed So tightly round your heart. That these too old tired hands Could fiercely fight the foe Wh... [read more] |
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As gray cumulus clouds crashed against the sky Lightening lit the windblown land Where cornstalk leaned on cornstalk for support. And throug... [read more] |