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    I’m only Human | Poetry | Life in a Poem

      Vampire, empire of werewolves Cartoons, consumes by super heroes Simplicity appears alienated Fading into the walls of my computer All wired up Tapped into the rhythm at my fingertips…

  •     Unfair and uncertainty burn at both ends Leverage takes middle ground Bargaining chips, higher the stakes Gambling with my own   A penny for poets thought Plenty of...

    A Wondering Feature | Poetry

        Unfair and uncertainty burn at both ends Leverage takes middle ground Bargaining chips, higher the stakes Gambling with my own   A penny for poets thought Plenty of…

  •     The city of saints weren’t created over night The feeling of pain won’t stand in silence These walls only hold secrets Maintaining greatness Forgiveness Hope It ain’t a...

    The City of Saints | Poetry

        The city of saints weren’t created over night The feeling of pain won’t stand in silence These walls only hold secrets Maintaining greatness Forgiveness Hope It ain’t a…

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  •   Vampire, empire of werewolves Cartoons, consumes by super heroes Simplicity appears alienated Fading into the walls of my computer All wired up Tapped into the rhythm at my fingertips...

    I’m only Human | Poetry | Life in a Poem

      Vampire, empire of werewolves Cartoons, consumes by super heroes Simplicity appears alienated Fading into the walls of my computer All wired up Tapped into the rhythm at my fingertips...

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  •     Unfair and uncertainty burn at both ends Leverage takes middle ground Bargaining chips, higher the stakes Gambling with my own   A penny for poets thought Plenty of...

    A Wondering Feature | Poetry

        Unfair and uncertainty burn at both ends Leverage takes middle ground Bargaining chips, higher the stakes Gambling with my own   A penny for poets thought Plenty of...

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  •     The city of saints weren’t created over night The feeling of pain won’t stand in silence These walls only hold secrets Maintaining greatness Forgiveness Hope It ain’t a...

    The City of Saints | Poetry

        The city of saints weren’t created over night The feeling of pain won’t stand in silence These walls only hold secrets Maintaining greatness Forgiveness Hope It ain’t a...

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