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My Sun |It’s like I’ve never felt the Sun before. -----|But Sun is where I’m from. -----|I’ve been away so long ----------|I forgot living was living ----------|and not ---------------|dying. ---...

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He calls her “exotic”. He enunciates each syllable with percussion. Te. Te. Te. Three taps on the congas. But, she’s not just different or foreign. She’s exotic. Her skin– a burnt orange. Her hai...

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Sardonic symphony rendered like a slimy peach– Fresh and sweet; I like mine refined, neat. Twist twice, remove. I abhor the news. Mark those who call them booze. For I shall pelt them with “boo“‘...

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Arab sword stuck deep in my gut. Rusted shut with puss, wound ready to gush. Gushing from its cocoon– Bursting big salient balloon. Burning bright, the star ascends– a sign of respite, my only bo...

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Mama wants you/ to follow your dream. My dream is to lead/ a mighty regime. To be a leader,/ you can’t be so soft-spoken. I’ll be a doctor/ and fix things that are broken. That’ll be hard,/ and a...

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‘Tis easy to love what is loved and love for true. ‘Tis not to love what is not and love renewed. ‘Tis least to love completely and love the two.

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I won’t get on my knees. I won’t beg for my crown. I won’t die knowing nothing. I won’t ail in renown. I am more than a tadpole In the drench-est of moors. I won’t follow the footsteps Of society...

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Are there monsters…are there monsters… are there monsters in my bed? Some are creepy. Some are crawly. Some are small. Inside my head. Are there monsters… are there monsters… are there monsters i...

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Poison green does this grass still grow on a gloomy day in Maine; The church bells toll and the godwits crow– still all remains the same. A transient sleeps on the pebble beach in the grasp of de...

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