Unoiled Poems - Poems about Unoiled

...The barely lit street lamps flicker yellow and dim. It's not raining, but not long ago pouring, the damp air gripping tightly against my skin. Our glacial season is upon us, bitterly nipping at red n......

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...The Prize The bobber floats, but when it dips, my heart skips for hooked lips. The line tightens, the tug is strong, I reel in. The fight is on. It's a tug of war, an uncooperative catch, an unoile......

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...Is it a blessing or a curse to know we are born to die? Should we rejoice, be thankful for feeling time's blood passing through our lives, or do we regret our ever aging bodies as skin thins......

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