Fragile

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Simones floor

Bitter relief as the dawn breaks
My heart again
As I whisper violent words
to the...

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Untitled #1

Naked, I lie on a bare mattress
Cold, damp air on my skin
Rusty bed springs make an awful...

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The Well Runs Dry

The Well Runs Dry

Couched in the
concept of a well,
(which supplied the water
for faded glory of "Glen...

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easier for you

easier for you

maybe it was easier for you
because you saw stars
where i saw planets.

maybe it was...

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Unless

Let us mull over the necessities
Our most basic needs in life
Urban logic and habit born...

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A BEAUTIFUL DESTRUCTION----...

Singer can you not roll the stone away
too much blood is pouring
from the wound, you gave...

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Claire Wineland -

Claire Wineland -

(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and
positively affected this southeastern residing
...

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Peaceful demons

Peaceful demons
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Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania...

Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania Circa Early 1970'S

(just in time for summer reading...
recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence)

...

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NOT MY WORLD

There is a rainbow i follow
though early morning
it skips between listening ears of golden...

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Continent Wide Yogic Carpet...

Continent Wide Yogic Carpet Ride Unveils Qualm

Bull eve me (Adam, whether existence
fact or fiction),
his immediate legion heirs whole...

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Black Rain...

Black Rain...

Poison is what soaks me
Like acid, it burns my skin
Wishing the sun to breathe
...

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Bleeding heart...

Bleeding heart...

Please take what is within me and cradle it like you mean it
My bones heal when I fall, but I beat...

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Movin on

I'm filling my phone
with pictures of me
To earase the pictures of you
I had to delete...

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Hell

Hell

You make my stomach feel intertwined .
It feels like bushes of thorns tangled together.
...

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The Porcelain doll

The Porcelain doll

She sat upon the highest shelf, beautiful and painted she called herself.
Her life was good and all...

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My Buddha

My Buddha

My Buddha
Sat with me
Under the Bodhi tree
Light changes to dark
Dark to light...