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November Song by Eryn Leigh Boredom by R. Denniston Untitled by Kayla Ruchman Jars by Phoenix COBAIN'S COCAINE-- something of a metro ride by bridgette chabot submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
Boredom by R. Denniston Mind is drifting slowly dripping whole, i do not have conscious slipping trees need trimming purpose i do lack eyes are grinning peaceful swimming staring at my mind I must reflect I do regret being so benign Conformity deformity are my true desires but when its lit my purpose it is what my brain requires, lips are cracked saliva smacked the corner of my desk useless facts soon reacts causing my unrest. |
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