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Just on the Outskirts
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Return to the pages Settled in and getting away Too long Can get contagious I don’t write Due to lack of inspiration Rather I am not writing Because it has become A lack of motivation Unfamiliar...
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Muddle by Technology
Muddle and confusion Marry the mellow quiet With ruptured sounds of a digital empress Defiant of the status quo Holding on to the last of what was What we used to know The cell phone rings Elbows...
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11:57 The clock reads Momentary and sedentary I return to the road We travel so often Yet so unfamiliar Unusual The hope of unity A collection of ideas Almost perfect But perfect in its imperfections...
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The desperate times Desperate measures Come up with something good A productive measure In times worn thin As the veil of light Through the morning curtains We have to continue to Rely on food...
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Spilled milk on the Red Line Veins of white Rush down the floor “That ain’t mine” The lady with two hats on yells The man Visibly exhausted with his head back Is not one inch close to conscious As the...
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The old fears Dried up tears Move up Move out All the changes happen In specific time And moments We remove ourselves To see the grand scheme By it doesn’t mean a thing When your heart is torn...
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