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- Sunday at allpoetry
Casual clots, wrinkles in the mountains.
I'm folding togs into shapes that stack well. - Trepidation at allpoetry
These regnant men have walked down from the throne.
To the edge of totality, to fall into the dregs. - Time by Jacob Cofield (My beloved brother.) at allpoetry
Time The dead gold fish down the drain. - ... at allpoetry
And this home is my dwelling,
a gold kingdom of such dreadful stars. - Incorrupt (2+) at allpoetry
Nevermind this yellow,
collective in the sense of nude capabilities. - Suppressed Concernments at allpoetry
Of distant and tired eyes,
leaves nothing but lonely vibes. - Piano Solo Of Pride at allpoetry
A more of an industrial noise,
stalking the meager. - Diversity At It's Worst at allpoetry
You cannot listen.
Yet, you do. It is a temperature of - untitled at allpoetry
This pale written thought,
not only did it shriek,
