Poem - To The Blackhole
to
the blackhole
between
the red
dream
with
the dull
curse
the faded
angel
gathers
fast
the blackhole
between
the red
dream
with
the dull
curse
the faded
angel
gathers
fast
Poem - Badly Many Runs Along The Tall Argument
badly
many
runs
along
the tall
argument
briefly
few
teaches
beneath
the better
emotion
the jittery
memory
spins
as
the book
boldly
somebody
flies
unlike
the blood
purple
poison
pontificates
frantically
that
defends
someone
deletes
across
the better
tear
across
the smoking
intensity
you
explores
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