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sundered tulips
New York Theory
Boo don't talk to me news
He rebegins
Chaste in here with you
I held out empty ink
Twirling walls
Rampant porcelain dreams
Too many parks
In one day, destroyed me
sundered tulips
Tell my brother not of his famine
Call my brother in light of his sails
Bring home his scabbard
And part with your blame
Why your name so unfair
How long till your shores erode
Leave this page in which you find me torn
Escape fear at once
In barreled ink I fish
Squandered remains of wheat
Delicate death you’ll not find
Only jest of my tears
Always cutting off branches begging me
I can’t sweep when I await the fruit
I grow whole in rain I drink
And beneath shelter life reveals leaves
Uncharted Sails and wind begins free
She lost standing up without language,
A passenger missing from a train.
Her mother should be here by now,
While she waits and misses, empty comes back.
A good empty she can hold, at least, at her least she
Can be worth holding
There, evolving exists
Outside of where you
Can be, the space
Where nothing remembers
You. Your all done
With that lesson
Just being a baby after trying to grow
Means the whole flower will
Understand
This is my father, the time of Francis
As Eden resumes and idiom
Desecrates the grave you aren’t
Enough. Saint is sour language in
Your fearful form and stage is
Frightening to take. You are
Conquered in films rot.
Vent!!!
Speak to me
I command, air!!!
Begin your tails against
My feathers hate
We shall duel in the rain
Perish fire?
Crying furnace of ruined lies
You desire my shelter?
It wasn’t for the suffering
That I was lent
Or to how something was
Unwound in time
A chair would rock
Spins of yarn
The chase in the return
Of midwinter’s open cry
Closest to the legs
Hiding him fine
The father
Is in process
To his words
In advance
He is prepared
As she raises his sun
He attends to the wounds
The medicine
And the fortune
Telling before the days
Her land is not alone
It carries burdens
Ending in sorrow
She is a ketch
Limp and mundane
A potion inside of a stain
And yours left dry
Stolen desks
A wreck of in the night
Frantic pacing
Of ideas
Misplaced building
We have not captured
Our lens
Together, last season
It was for study
Ahh, but ever the farthing
A just penny she was
So beautifully shrewd
To fall upon our scenery
Dormant and formidable frost
She wills to grieve
And not to stay
Travelled and placed
Emperor’s strain
Curt and long
Days veiled in song
Why hadn’t fickle lunged?
Or danger ascend
Professed white
Guilty sight
No remorse
All shadows
And stilled
In her voice
She had hurt
And follow’s
As huntress
In shallows
A body
A remorseful partner
No trust
Her next choice
Taken
She’s found
In rehearsal
Covered in failure
His and there I watch
Her give up
In tears
Stolen beauty
To his ways
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kevin mathenia
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