Schill Poems - Poems about Schill

...I am ... I am the black shine of a dead stare I am the reticent pallor of the moon's caste and the bruise of gleaming porcelain I am the shattered mirror of truth I am th......

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...If mosquitoes ate fat instead of blood there would be rows of overweight people laying out at night like beached whales coated in oily attractants hoping they present a savoury snack soon sa......

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