Jamie Dewyer Poems

mean me have the glass now so it's true
cuts to save to shave the fatal few
your eyes rewind inside sober stares
i inside my eyes are fulla fear
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The end of the world
And a siren left for my name
These reaches seething with
Fortune and with fame
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I will have the same she said
The same bleak road the same shrill head
The same entangled whiskey dust
The parabola into rust
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This is the farthest I’ve fallen
Through barren dreams
Dust settles on my slaves
Waves stain my offerings
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with these small steps
away from
going out into
and coming back home again
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she
hangs on a violin string
violent
rings
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peace with you goes
the window shows
another side
of lies
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above this small stone, in the great black unknown
is a meteor
the size of the moon
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this rain
like music without meter
cold and almost ice
but not yet
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what lasts after
faith is severed
save me from her
soft white offer
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