A reaching hand, For you to cure Or poison, More.
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Scorching.
“What now?” Is home to pleasantries And false promises of strength, Without the brutality of honesty Is our Inanity.
Sick on Vacation.
With a crown of mountaintops, And a covering of pines to hold tight The Mountain Man has taken ill, And […]
She lived in History.
Footsteps sore on the cobblestone hills, The people captured here in stills, Embedded in empire and peasant clocks Encrusted in […]
The Sharpened Wheel.
Cunning that runs on, Into the eye Fights for the position, Of truth or Even perhaps more, Of Lie. […]
Choose Your City.
Walking as I do, In steps that leave Reflections. Asking of the city, For choices that weave Directions.
What are you telling me?
Fated as we are, For Communication I cannot, Speak anymore Than a Silent, Conversation.
Quite The Components.
Instilled in forms, A determination, That was born As Time was old And so will be Our Hearts, Retold.
The Thinking Infection.
Deep in question, The answers always stray But taking only fragments, To go deep in thought They never go away. […]
You Never Asked.
Can you bother me, Sometimes, That is all I need.
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