H.J. Shreeve Poems

Do not seek refuge in the places that I do,
Such places would do you no good.
This is all around me, It follows me there.
I am told it is not necessary to fear one's own kind,
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My suffering,
A sea that laps no shore.
Three years stranded,
Stranded at sea.
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Hey, cruel world.
Leave me alone.
I'm tired and I'm broke.
A bitter old man,
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I am a codeine dream
School girl sex gallery
Man and beast entwined
A finger short of a hand
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She dares not let the world hear her speak,
She's getting thin and looking meek,
A grey hair is splitting in her widows peak
She lays idle in the month of June.
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It always rains in my hometown,
The clouds are kind enough to wash what they can away

The town cut out my tongue,
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I find comfort in my misery,
Like the dog that refuses to sleep in it's box,
Despite the crunch of frost,
Despite the chill that licks it's face.
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So petty, the concerns of man 
That I would bore out my ears 
For but a brief silence
Gouge my eyes,
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Despair,
A hole dug deep,
By bloody fingernails,
Dug deep,
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feel my longing,
dripping from each pores,
tight black,
makes skin so crisp and white,
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