And the fire dripped like watercolor ash, Mushrooming reflections For a hungry audience, That was taken in.
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I have a shadow for a face.
Is there an inhale, Of a nerve That can conjure, Me anew My memory?
Another Sketch.
My photo in a mirror, Turned the page Of which to be, And who in me To Adore.
Run Away From Walking.
Indecision marathons, Have too many tracks To run.
Approximate Sight.
North of tomorrow, And south of the past My eyes are as open, As they are When I saw You […]
Whose Issues?
To be A stranger To my own Mess.
Apartment Hunt.
When you are Apartment hunting, Who is hunting You?
Rest In Prince.
We Sit Again.
An agreement of A meeting for Will cut the Every bond To build its wall Without a door And open […]
Will you whistle?
At the water’s hill, Is a quarry in a query Up the will, Until the objects Of rendition, Has acquired […]
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