Tag: poetry
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I know, I know, I know
In another life, I am a man sitting on a fold-out chair with a wet rag in my hands, waiting for the cars to roll in
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Themes of distant yet frequent death and subsequent unsettling grief
This place is not a welcome place. Autumn is ending. Death is close.
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The universal gesture for peace
Each time we play cards, I find I have forgotten the names of the suits and their kingdoms, the rules of this game, the first game we played together.
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Love letter to Spring
I taste your words Even with your back just turning: Your breath is warm enough to sleep in.
