Turps Poems - Poems about Turps

...I Wanna End Me It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games. Haha. Paint ......

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...working man early, six days before dawn while I, still curled warm in bed, listen he leaves whispers goodbye as he passes my door. every day as the noon whistle blows I carry his lunch......

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...for the dance knees ache after all of the years tending floors of oak and ash. scraping through waltz-worn varnish. scents of turps, aged wood float on heat waves above his head. back s......

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...Plants in camps can be very disguised. Allowing infiltration through buds, leaves and stem. If one is having a cup of tea with a dandelion watch for remarks made. It is going to be a vast national we......

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