Tag: julian
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Tranquility
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Psalm to The Conceitful
His words seethedout of the smooth frame of his mouth.Indifferent he seemed. Malignant winein due timethrown off the mantle. His literary calculationsmark nor betteror worse to his transfigured ego.To the placeswhere we’d go.To the lengthsthat he’d goto see his ownseeds grow. “What a selfish man am I!”He’d say.But by the way he stroked this melancholy,there…
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North
Oaken bearer; leaves decay.Orange and crimson paintedthough wanted, May. Northern power,nature like this resides.Beautiful in the way it dies.Unlike western forest framedperpetual depravity. Unalike to be reminded.How homeward sandand sweltered landbequest by thoselike-minded. -j.broadway
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If One Cries While it Rains, Is it Better Together
Remember when we were young? When the taste of life wasn’t bitter on the tongue When reminiscing wasn’t remembering but was – in itself – an experience of the now Remember how good times got How they felt How they were not bought How sitting in the rain wasn’t a hindrance but was a new…
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Saileth
Daylight Cometh In night’s closure Embracing the sunlight with large welcoming arms It burn the outer layer of skin Mere a flesh wound to pass by A sacrifice unto a small ounce Sail the sea Salt the water Salt the water Dead Stranded Death Alone Alive -j.broadway
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IV (AMIFAMUG)
No additional text None to comprehend No line to suffer To draw To differ In odds; my own My own digression Obsession Compulsion Every movement sound Sound the alarm My victim; I I, entangled in an interview of some stature Some nature Some place, sure Go forth ye lad! That’s all you are in the…
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Time
void further you flair separate my night powerful hour not the world this; where it begins summer was his word sudden a false preceding should we seek knowledge? chamomile and false cigars nothing against our knowledge nothing against our race quiet time wanders on -j.broadway
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In a Preparation for Well-Organized Modesty
In a lucrative crime fragment my ability or lack thereof forces mechanically amused entities on an amused course it already envelops courageously developed mind-numbingly pretentious spirits face-up drinking spirits to cope with anxiety anxiety to counteract, counterbalance, or counterpoise my spirits I do not warn before I perform because preparation does not have style norms…