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SINCE I WAS A CHILD
Since I was a child, this longing in my
SINCE I WAS A CHILD Since I was a child, this longing in my heart for something I can’t even name, but keeps drawing me into it like a unfulfilled ...
SINCE I WAS A CHILD Since I was a child, this longing in my heart for something I can’t even name, but keeps drawing me into it like a unfulfilled ...
ONE NEVER SEES THE TRUTH
One never sees the truth. One sees.
ONE NEVER SEES THE TRUTH One never sees the truth. One sees. Death is irreplicable as life. One of a kind. Mystically once. Does it need a name to...
ONE NEVER SEES THE TRUTH One never sees the truth. One sees. Death is irreplicable as life. One of a kind. Mystically once. Does it need a name to...
QUARTER PAST ONE
Quarter past one. Snowfall outside. Blue
QUARTER PAST ONE Quarter past one. Snowfall outside. Blue coloured Christmas light coiled around a lamp post. Bleak white as my anti-inflammatory c...
QUARTER PAST ONE Quarter past one. Snowfall outside. Blue coloured Christmas light coiled around a lamp post. Bleak white as my anti-inflammatory c...
I WOULD MISS YOU IF YOU WEREN’T SO DEEP INSIDE
I would miss
I WOULD MISS YOU IF YOU WEREN’T SO DEEP INSIDE I would miss you if you weren’t so deep inside. I would send the fireflies out like a search part...
I WOULD MISS YOU IF YOU WEREN’T SO DEEP INSIDE I would miss you if you weren’t so deep inside. I would send the fireflies out like a search part...
I WILL MAKE IT TO YOU
I will make it to you over crosswalk
I WILL MAKE IT TO YOU I will make it to you over crosswalk deserts riddled with bone, out of graves and doorways, out of the eyes of children who...
I WILL MAKE IT TO YOU I will make it to you over crosswalk deserts riddled with bone, out of graves and doorways, out of the eyes of children who...
THE UNREFORMED LIFE OF A POET THICK WITH SCAR TISSUE
The
THE UNREFORMED LIFE OF A POET THICK WITH SCAR TISSUE The unreformed life of a poet thick with scar tissue. What did I write forty years ago? O ya, ...
THE UNREFORMED LIFE OF A POET THICK WITH SCAR TISSUE The unreformed life of a poet thick with scar tissue. What did I write forty years ago? O ya, ...
LEAVE OFF LIKE THE WIND
Leave off like the wind and it’s the
LEAVE OFF LIKE THE WIND Leave off like the wind and it’s the beginning of someone else you never meant to be as the stars go round with their fir...
LEAVE OFF LIKE THE WIND Leave off like the wind and it’s the beginning of someone else you never meant to be as the stars go round with their fir...
THE WORDS ARE AS BIG AS THEY’VE ALWAYS BEEN
The words are as
THE WORDS ARE AS BIG AS THEY’VE ALWAYS BEEN The words are as big as they’ve always been but the mouths of the people that use them have grown ...
THE WORDS ARE AS BIG AS THEY’VE ALWAYS BEEN The words are as big as they’ve always been but the mouths of the people that use them have grown ...
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