Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
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Shriven, graded, packaged so;
Whalebones laced and lashes
Placed to win a crowd's acceptance;
Race to blocked and chorded rounds,
Abounding sounds roof-shattered raises
Pasted, wasted, groaning zip and lock
Lips to face the lights, and shine.
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