Tag: poetry
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The End
I never really died, I just had to go away for a while. I’ve been other people…you’ll be other people too. These places I’ve seen were stunning to the mind’s eye; such colorful strains of time. Though, time was irrelevant until I returned. My parents became my children. Their children became my parents, and the…
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Peephole
He walks, unbound. He talks unfounded in reality…His everyday is be himself to death with all the logic of a wrong puzzle piece, still he tries to fit – fitting on the floor in spasms he bleeds…His dome a cage with bars of steel and notions of a sunny day at the beach, just out…
