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- this is some sea at allpoetry
This brothel is some sea
across which lie - peace: a portrait at allpoetry
once there was a face swept pink
like cement stained from moisture and aridity; - water-colored at allpoetry
the whisper of colors, tonight,
blues and greens up some dead nostril, - Night as an ant at allpoetry
Saturdays, I am an ant, and not allowed
to hear a thing too large. - everything is pale at allpoetry
Give sight, dear, to all my blinded
wings that leave their mark on windows, like that bird - Avngel at allpoetry
disintegrating,
Trust's eyes left the air - One Eye Blue, One Eye Green at allpoetry
The sky is blue today, looking at me from it's portrait. - the illegitimacy of eyes. at allpoetry
The illegitimacy of eyes.
a world - a letter downwards at allpoetry
we must pray to be apprehended
once by succulence - then there was rain at allpoetry
. - thornless at allpoetry
i was just pumping,
pumping it up for the rainy days. - The illegitimacy of eyes. at allpoetry
this world, even
blooming, - Cursive at allpoetry
. - Salida's Top Hat at allpoetry
The mermaid's
feet were drudging down, - [death is not soldiers] at allpoetry
coffined, still grass
when lying hardspun - autumn, at allpoetry
and dimpled floors
surge with roots - a cold head at allpoetry
. - bringing back the Funk at allpoetry
Nephele: A moon ran away with the sun yesterday.
- The wind in my feet at allpoetry
(washes the souls of my shoes)
--the ocean, U2 - Vitamin String Quartet at allpoetry
but his idolatry
is as impersonal - Missis Bote (Unfinished) at allpoetry
Will write when I can...lol. - Conquerors at allpoetry
. - True Plain Hearts at allpoetry
Straw
could tell of - How To Rape A Kid at allpoetry
NOT KIDDIE PORN OR EXPLICIT - The Centaurs at allpoetry
Ixion: In the strip of birth look at the fond leaves of the poplar, fading bright with the frost against the swelling blue ink. - [ I. First ] at allpoetry
I. First Looks like I'm here with a leader, a tripper, and a kid, - For The Eyes Of Isolde at allpoetry
I know I should be killed, for I, Branghien stole thy young love Tristan, whose years so pale, - I Spy at allpoetry
Silver eyes red guitar like a red city, - Elogio at allpoetry
His feet are not unpredictable, the lynx, for he has no hoofs. - Walking Is For Poor People at allpoetry
Riding, the cats and bandidos come by - legends of the land, they swear by the sky. - I Don't Think I Have A Soul at allpoetry
My eyes fade out with the lavender horizons cooling - a at allpoetry
Mother lovely grows your child. - The Photographer at allpoetry
Irishman has earrings, a street jam mission sign walking a skin-tight car wreck, - An Apple From Your Lips (Sincerity) at allpoetry
White lion, come your neck is finely boned and tightens - [ My love ] at allpoetry
My love has not eyes that are black
