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Neuropath Poems - Poems about Neuropath


Hawks
...Hawks love winter and the smell of death, riding on bonfire winds, dancing in cancerous snow flurries, hanging razor icicles on overflows, hawks love this aroma. It’s not like napalm in the m......

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Categories: neuropath, death, history, philosophy, visionary,
Form: Blank verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things