Adam Wayne Mackay Poems

I'm trying to display
Residual effects
Of the things that I see
From the tip of my pen
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Forest, the outdoors
The sound god gives
So we listen to what he meant
Forest green
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Shrapnel
Body parts
And
Machines
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Picturesque
Floating in near silence
A chosen landscape
For its beauty,
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Lay sulphur on my whisper
Igniting screams
From burrows scored
On pillows
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