Jamie Dewyer Poems

waste
and sleep for days till
sleep no longer
looks like pain
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apply a state to others
against their state
of value
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Iz there nothing more romantic
Than a two-year-old waving a gun in your face
Burnt ashes on Christmas
The scars of remembrance
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Shutter to think of truth
Slivers of faith and glass
Ashes land on my tongue
This land is not the last
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The violence in here is real
Sofa seat mass appeal
Curtains of shame are born
Threat letters turn and torn
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i can feel how the kite is torn
her hands have five scabs on them
we wait for the sun to end
then winter kills again
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she'll say thru breath
but faint to feel
these poisons save
these martyrs kneel
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this face is rain
too terrible anyway
i like how you see pain
you steal my fame for shame
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earth ashen bare the fruit to waste
these feeble speeches ache to hate
to tie the tounge in word and prayer
thru homage to the dead things there
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sleep away the fear for us
lather rinse retreat
fossilized and only bone
in error and discreet
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