Long Chartless Poems

Take the poem by the tail

Dash not the Word on the rocks sans sense
Avalanches bury the meaning in the rubble
O’Malley came alive to prove this sound truth
Not words alone can make up the poem:
You can...

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The ring of a bell,
The sudden smell of honeysuckle,
The moments that carry you,
The need to hug tired strangers,
Drifting dirt-covered angels,
In the summertime.

With July brings perfect doubt.
As I float in chartless territory,
The only thing I ever...

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