Adventure Abortion Poems

In the depths of your being, there lies a spark,
A divine flame, lighting up the dark.
Empowered from within, you'll surely see,
The strength to conquer, to...

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Furry mice

Many years ago, I was in Houston (Texas) to victualize 
a new cargo ship, back then a ship carried a large crew 
for all...

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A love letter not published.

I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm
a...

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Pedagogy 

Many schools were built possibly at the time when labor was in power, It was vital to bring education to the masses, but since...

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All that while I thought we had a common goal.
To relive each other from past angst
to protect each other's hearts
all that while I aborted my...

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To my future badass wife 
You might be reading this now or you are acting all "I hate long writings" so you just scroll pass...

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Male Parasite Stabs Female in Neck With Peenis.
Males,which live up to six hours,fly around looking
for these embedded females,with which they'll mate
and then die,After the larvae...

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it is snowing

slow
monotonous snow
with the patience of a lazy bear
it falls
across the church (now, an antique shop)
on the left, the abandoned house, tonight, wishes
may she...

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Junction point
Nobody knew I am on the road
Except for Ronda,

I had new responsibilities,
The money helped to  survive with food, heat, and electricity,

Every Monday
I go...

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Bay sharam insan,,
Bay gerat Pathan..
Note.qatil supari......

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the sky tonight is green
as if
the darkness falls, upon awakening from one dream to another,
swallowing our hearts
to make stars
without fear to taste the hights,
without hearts,...

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I want your eyes,
I want them,
If I can't have your eyes,
Will, I ever have your ears,

I want your thoughts,
I want them,
If I can't have your...

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below the air, there is only writing,
- criminal touch,
long-tongued delinquent,

torment me
torment me

and

let me
let me
let me dream of you, below the air

drown my eyes in each...

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MoMa
is not for people without hands
&legs...

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Manifestation of métier write

As an indie alt rock'n 
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which...

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