Misc. Poems
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It's not always hard to tell,
when a man is telling lies... -
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I saw her across the world
crossing legs atop a chandelier... -
Out of a bundle of firsts, the elementary, comes...
of love. And everyone, the self proclaimed... -
When you write
I feel my muscles detach from my spine... -
From the start of daylight
through the night... -
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Inside my blood, Pluto freezes
with such a violence before... -
Romancing about three empty verses,
that warpaint every piece of me... -
She flicks a fanned image of Catalan art
under the parasol with a twitching... -
The night is skintight and my tongue is dry
because of missing words and closed lips... -
I realized, that poetry
is not my mother-tongue... -
She skins my pride,
I bruise her feelings...
