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Stranglehold

I cannot escape the stranglehold of words. To be able to use language like an alchemist mixing chemical concoctions that play with the mind, well…

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Smoke

Smoke drifts in thin line, silence cut by time, the day lurks and night retreats.

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american sentences No. 2

the mind is our eternal playground rejoice in the fun of it

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wicked

wicked thoughts between Chardonnay and pizza blond delivers wife waits. Note: This poem is written in the poetic form made famous by Allen Ginsberg known…

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