If winds blew west
If rivers flowed up hills
If I had not been so blessed
If I didn’t need these pills
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I found a little peace somewhere between free and incarcerated I found a little peace somewhere slathered in paint and wanderlust... -
The white panther pads Alight against the grey of winter Stalking through the cemetery Walking there alongside me The white panth... -
Two ravens sit atop fence posts in a long, low-hilly field. Exchanging harsh words, they argue for a little while about bird-things of lit...
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Every morning as the sun crests Over the hoity-toity housing up the hill I choke one down. You could set a clock by it. A bitter...
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A white feline appears from behind a gravestone, and saunters toward me unafraid. Affectionately it rubs against my left foot. It slin...
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