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on communication – i
foundations of war or peace
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It’s Coming.
into her cavernous gullet everything goes.
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love and the cosmos
the closer we get to “getting it”, the more there is to “get”.
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Sonnet XI – machete jungle
’tis as I feared, we’ve entered zone called “friends”;in search of different – more – though this is fun.while something still continues – something ends;it all feels o’er before it had begun.I wax dramatic – ’tis the role I play;Life in my head exists in excess size.expecting nothing used to be my way;expecting now just…
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starts with ‘m’… Every. Single. Day. #SoCS
you could wake up to way worse.
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under repair
so much work yet to be done.
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whistling in the graveyard
flesh-stripped scaffolding sharply buttress a new kind of body.
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life imitates
I see some imitation here
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New Driver – #SoCS
It’s time.
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flesh
oxygen ~ without it – dead in minutes.
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Land of the Free?
Alas, the dream of freedom fades ~ You scoff and think I overstate.
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Sonnet X – night blindness
The thing most true was never true for me / until one day it dawned and ended night.
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Stop With the Boxes
please, please, please – don’t try to put me in a box.
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Just Right – #SoCS
everything in moderation.
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