Deep Poetry
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It wasn’t what Ikept running from,knowing there were starseven in their output. I held out fingerslike candles to be lit,breathing smokefrom lungs long burned. Neptune has a wayof drowning me,just as it crowns methe king of my ocean. I held out a hopethat ended up smotheredby fervent repetition,the waves of yesterday. Velvet waterssurrounded my feet,echoing…
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A time of needstrikes me as your plea,your call to anguish,your fatal rushinto disaster. But you don’t knowwhat’s crumbled,surrounding youon the insidewith fallen flakes. Snow’s where you walk,treading over miles,swimming over sceneryto betray your past. What’s the meaningof your safetyon your brief journeys? Your back is turnedto the sunrise,facing where a handgives your curtain. You…
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No seething kindness, could ever subtractMy hands from crawling across your naked shoreline,From dancing upon your fragile neck,And allowing your breath to force itself forward.To the wind of my might,To the Hell of my sight. Little beauty, you seem to have cracked,Under the weight of a life gone alack. I give to you, my best…
