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unfinished poem for classAn idea is curiosity-undergoing doubt An emotional asperity of raw thoughts jag It’s burrowing inner green canopy Spurring litany rose denizensunfinished poem for class
A colloquium undulating debate The grist of possibilities abate
Smoothing myriad emotions Yet violence touches peace
And everything has political bearing
a large vibrato in the animal world.
by ~Fauvisms
Special:randomswomen sense sins with turbid difficulty from Libro me, man, are Privacy Verily to we was and falla. till hate reign, fa to Jas. sinning earth against we of Main it always be loves thee, flesh. History hath cori and kindly to the republican soul, Baldassare that forse e refer. although fatica water it dai they thee, which we the paying le from donne nor into God, Series shall thee quasi the care the there has it to unto absurdity nostri punishments thou say thenSpecial:randoms
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foundpoem truthiness ingoogleI would not been offended, would I, if a colleague in the Drama .... that may entertain us without pretence of truth-telling, and those that aim for, Besides, the new truth can have no higher authority than the old, .... These could not have been presented to those only taught heretofore by reason. But If there is any truth that we think we know by direct intuition, it is this. ... We well know these lines have no width; we try to imagine them narrower and ... But during this long night, where was the truth? It was not lost; ... silence eloquent messages of truth--revelations of mysteries which have been hid from like I have no idea why hipstfoundpoem truthiness ingoogle
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sleepijuanal poetryI do as I do not be and that will instantiate in my sleeps Insinuates the indefinitely as weary in tiredness tedium sleeping I say Oh, I will not remember you as I lay here in bed asleep mister In a natural falsehood, my life spins on 78th illusions record, I slept. As I wrote a poem that was alive but lonelier than a miserable sleeper is. Not casual at all, as I turn again on the pressured mattress as phantasmally as bed can be slept on. --Yo poet, you really scare me off on this unknown hauntology and your sleeping... what gives man can’t you get off the pot? No not if I want to sleep at night.sleepijuanal poetry
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