Best Southeast Poems

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how could i know him his eyes say
but my eyes reply which of us may speak to that
be busy in the house that needs fixing
despite histories in three
and homes as safe as the clicking of gates

and grassblades fidget at hems where summer whispers
bluegrey hands of...

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Muse comes and goes
But tomorrow’s flow, who will know?


Only a grand orchestra master of words, as yourself -
Crafting luscious sensations of the mind to play on
Romantic side to lean on -
Caressing words to a starburst 


Passion flows from west to southeast 
May you grab hold...

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the city's sick scar, fuels my descent, into this abyss, where twisted creatures writhe, in the darkness. cyclops with one eye, on the ball, three-headed puppies, sealed behind glass, strippers selling tickets to the apocalypse. a demon, a door-to-door salesman, asks for my dough, my...

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Scraping this rhyme from pages of blood pages of sweat
Wild demon 
With a violent voice echoed by saturated bleeding sunlight
Hijacked innocence Winter's pariah falls into the fervent shade
My Old town picks up the pieces of a broken heart 
My Old town would takes me dancing...

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