Detached.
Are you?
Fluorite speckled eyes
Open wide
Gazing upon troublesome lives
Waiting
You think and think
And yet
I am the one with the jammed up
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
