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A collection of poetry with no titles. Some have coarse language, some don't. Written over the course of several years and still coming. R/R.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 31 - Words: 2,967 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 12-27-12 - Published: 12-09-09 - id: 2750427
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the rain locks me speechless
mud miring my footsteps,
old shoes seeping water
into my morning feet.
food lingers in my mouth I
can no longer muster disgust
not when the world spins
so brilliantly
trees streaking silhouettes
like spiderwebs against
a snow-white sky.
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