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    Poetry

    my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )

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    the night

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    the night is when poetry is made
    
                          
    when your ashtray
    contains the whole world
    
                          
    when the subway,
    the parks and the streets
    all exist for you
    or for no one at all
    
                          
    the night is the night
    solitary and beautiful
    
                          
    my own desert island for
    arranging dreams
    into pages
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