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Seatless Poems - Poems about Seatless


Honing Flesh
...Seatless, with your best last breath, nakedly being blessed, being surrounded by white walls and a waltz- this wake-up in the dark is a phase of your in-kin, finding their next bike-spin......

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Categories: seatless, absence, age, analogy, angel,
Form: List
I Hate Cooking, and I Hate Onions After I Cut My Finger
...Ouch, to cut my finger... Pain and blood spills and does longly stay and linger. To give my sliced appendaged digit a much needed bath... I won't cook for a living, or go to school for typing......

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Categories: seatless, on work and working,
Form: I do not know?




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