Table For None
...clicking by/
a ticking fly eating out my eyes/
which are dry because i cry on the inside/
my soul rides on the pain/
and with that i'll gain a strain that this time I might maintain/
a steady so...
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Categories:
unmaned, character,
Form: Rhyme
Way Out Over Copland's Appalachian Springs
...We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
With one look ba...
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Categories:
unmaned, inspirational, fire, fire,
Form: Lay