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- Poetry > Balladin agony this morning, Alice rose from bed and in her grief and fury Alice lost her head she cut and hacked each and every precious lock as her clock screamed tick-tock, my dearest, tick-tock with each snippet and snappet she abandoned heart Alice held her breath, straightened her back and pla...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’m the rock, the paper, the scissors I’m from the bottle and the bag I’m from the dumpsters on the corner I’m the brain child of your leaders I’m from the Gardens down in Eden I’m the ghost of my future self I’m from the rain in your black eyes I’m the apple that’s fallen f...
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