adam palmquist Poems

The lone animal is chased,

blood is pumping,
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Cold breath with heavy steps,

the rocks rush the shore,
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The stronger I grab you the more you hurt

for I still want to show you my love, but death grips deep into your ribs as I do.
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Men see him creeping around the churchyard

He's been alone for a year
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She slashed her skin open,

the dead sea in her mind bled from the veins.
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