Poems by RobertWesterlund

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  • I get so sick and tired, so disgusted and...
    We are the ones that torment our own kind. Lust...

  • Joe was a city boy from Chicago, who's only dream...
    His life was nothing less then a real series of...

  • As I sit here in the darkest corridors of my mind...
    The fact is how can I be insane when these things...

  • Naked as I stand at the window staring into...
    Alone, waiting, while sand slips oh so slowly...