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To the writer

Tell us not about your pain, nor how badly you were hurt. We do not wish to read of blame; waste not the words in fruitless work. The value to the reader,  rather, is knowing what you saw, In standing … Continue reading

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Deference

Ripping good whisky burns the soul, Shutters the consciousness on the whole, Loving the escape, yes escape is our press And press we do, into the mystic blue Seeking something lost in the hazed hue Of reality, too bright, too … Continue reading

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Just a game

I long to tell a grand story though, The insides of the insides go lacking. The days are shortening in which myself Begins to see myself miserably cracking. A boy of seven stands stiffly peering Eight would not be justice … Continue reading

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Often

Often, I ponder my longing to slip asunder and quietly go adrift Like the gentle roll of distant thunder into tumbling rift of The mind in macabre destruction, within its pliant, tendriled sheath Does secretly hope to glean the second … Continue reading

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Name of sorrow

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain. – William Shakespeare     What is the book … Continue reading

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