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must a poem make sense?
I WONT WATCH THE CHRISTMAS CAROL AGAIN YOUR TASTE IN ART IS BAD
The Stoplight that Blocked my View of Heaven
self portrait as a do not feed the animal sign
Habeas Corpus: In which I Demand my Father's Body
Perhaps it was the chowder
In this poem, I have asked to be a prayer.
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Pingbrong Pain
Eve, Quarantined
Concave Confessions: A Brother's Myrrh
Where the stumbles?
Quieting for Connection
December carves a living thing out of my grief.
Today, I Was Told to Celebrate My Grief
Unplanned Developments
Put Yourself in my Position
3 Am Serenity
