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dialogue.islands.Sway back and forth Casting the day onto the waves Wet salty smell drip down my nose.dialogue.islands.
Meowing above The birds look for a piece from the sea. My compass to the land.
Clouds stretch the sky Blue, too blue- it breaks, into the white. Feeling sick for the sun.
Small chunks of wood Draw the line, Flying the surface of something fragile.
Droplets of water follow Along the edge of burnt red oak Meet the sea, near the smile, Disappear into the ivories.
Shaking tiny pictures of
Tiny chains that hung on &


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Only to hear the shrieks Of my own echoes And loneliness
Blown across my face From the merciless northern wind.


snore you deathbed clipping beSnore til you choke on your sloth I\'ll make sure to laugh on your funeral Repetitive brain waves kill the rabbit Eliminating chances of mass reproduction Why couldn\'t they neuter it?snore you deathbed clipping be
Looks like the same grand album again Skimming through the tiny wittle autographs I want to crack those little hands Although it will never write those again It just kind a made me sad
Wake up til you catch the fly YOu become the fly when it catch the lie Salivating of those legs caressing your eyes Slim lies that grab the sky Sad begotten into myself... &nbs
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Long time since I've been able to enjoy your work (because you haven't uploaded in a while). Will you get some stuff up soon?
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Thanks so much for the honest comment on my latest poem. I enjoyed yours a lot, esoecially since I was trying and fooling around with the formatt so much. I'm glad you pointed out how both the content may not be suffiecent enough for its formatt. Maybe one day I can achieve that, but it's comments like yours that make me want to try harder.
So thank you dearly for that.
-- peace easy
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say what you will; say what you mean.
you could never offend;
your dirty words come out clean.
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Thanks so much for all of the comments. I'll get around to commenting and reading your work as well. This is a cool sub-account you came up with. I like the name - shaking hands - a lot. Very nice. I hope you're well.
-- peace easy
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say what you will; say what you mean.
you could never offend;
your dirty words come out clean.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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