He owns the future
Into which I walk
Motes of dust
Caught by a highbeam?
No
A butterfly cupped
In warm hands.
Pinned
And then she broke Or so she said Seamlessly whole, as always. Pinned between the Milky Way and the grave. Fragile new moon But not the Hol...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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