Sludging Poems - Poems about Sludging

...Your bones are scattered in a boggy field - it happens all the time. Time is your pocket handkerchief, your shattered wristwatch, your best evening pants, all reduced to insect dust. Hundre......

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...Imagine they find your bones in a boggy field - it happens all the time, speaking of which, time is your pocket handkerchief, your wristwatch, and your best evening pants all reduced to inse......

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...“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” Rumi It was the summer of 1967 and the sun was almost bran new me and Tony L. skipped to the corner to raid the candy store sometimes w......

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