dracula
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Poem #147 (Winter)
The air is frigid and clings to me with a biting mouth on my entire body. My coat is too…
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Poem #146 (Wordless Paper)
Paper lined and placed on top of the desk it flutters in the breeze of an open window. Empty and…
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Poem #145 (Fire)
Sky thick with smoke a flame burns somewhere traveling up into the air and away into another land. Thank…
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Poem #144 (Sun Stripes)
Sun trickles through the blinds leaving hot stripes across the carpet floor. Wandering my feet find warmth in the patterns…
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Poem #142 (Words in the Night)
the worlds drip down and forget themselves molding on a floor painted with blood, guts and bones I am here…

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