Abrasing Poems - Poems about Abrasing

...I am the traveller with stones in my coat Made opaque by staying nameless Though dark I am not darkness Swallowing the edges of days, overtaking I rinse my dirty fingers in a painted lake Runn......

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...Inspired by oil painting, Melancholy by Edvard Munch in 1891. Viewing the painting will help make sense of the poem. The sediment courses with questionable energy, murky and conspiratorial ......

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...Do I really need this money as this job shall be, the death of me. But I think that's what I really want, when I think subconsciously. Now such a thought I think a thought I think much oftenly. ......

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