Poems I'm focused on
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The morning ripples weave reflection
On mountainous violoncellos.
14 lines, 1 comment,
September 7
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The purring love words flow, a symphonic ballet
Tiptoes on the tinkling recipients of shared zeal,
11 lines, 3 comments,
February 12
My Poetry
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The humid red larva is working on Mia's dead face,
undisturbed by sporadic jaw-twitches that call for fresh air.
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You haunt me like a dream when you smile through me
My heart throbs twice loudly like a knock on the door
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2 lines, 2 comments,
February 13
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