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I once said I’d show up early To my own execution.As I stall for time pouring coffee into my sugar, I realize those were just hollow words,Hollow like a scam artist’s laugh Happy only when fish takes bait, As whispered unwound unbound promises Of a fearless future. Farewell to this empty
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Lipstick kissed cigarette butts blotted memoriesof wine drunk smoke breaks where we pitched possibilities of dreams at the edge of death as you clasped the crags with crooked handsclawing your way from the depths to teach us one last lesson on the laws governing despaircounsel sought when you’ve already passed the end of your rope
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For the rest of your life You’ll feel the blade’s weight on your neckThe chains digging into your spinal column For the rest of your life You’ll wake at night wonderingWho haunts you, which memory is it tonight For the rest of your lifeYou’ll have cold sweats in stairwellsAnd you’ll never watch the Dark Crystal
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Sadly, we defunded education long agoSometime before the printing pressOr the loom, or perhapsJust after the doomsday clockPlayed a midnight symphony or two … Wait that doesn’t sound quite right.Was it before or after the avian flu?What was the price of eggs at the time?Were blonde baboons hitting golf ballsWeekly, hoping to someday hit the
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The Golden Thread of timeIs hidden quietly awayOn worn-out library shelves. The identification of dreamsIs hidden away tooBehind receipts of purchased purpose. Is it believable to love this world? Now we can fax our soulsThey have area codesBased on the worth of our life. How much peace of mindCan you find within the strife Within
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“How did you become friends?” “We met in kindergarten, awaiting our parents to take us home for the day. I saw she needed more crayons to color with, so I offered mine to her. We arbitrarily decided right then that we’re sisters.” “And it’s now thirty years later, how did you maintain that level of
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Finding your place in Hell Earth’s rat race is like lighting a wet match,the catch is you must dry out all passion discard it then as fashionthen begin to take in the fact you’ve made a pact with the Devil. He got the seams to your dreams and left you with
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I wish to share with you pieces that are either too long to post on social media, too explicit, subversive, or otherwise. It also serves as a place to collect posts so if they become buried you can find them again. Anyway, as always, I hope this finds you all well. Take care of each
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Poetry With Hart 