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I Sleep When Awake, I’m Awake When I Sleep.

Iced dreams weigh heavy
on my heart;
and while I sleep my demons die,
but when I wake the echoes cry.

Don’t Touch The Roses, They’re Poisonous You Fool.

Sad yet sexy shivers
from a little lady on the street corner,
named Wendy.
She’s as breezy as last week

H1 ’n Then Some

My swiss bank account
is loaded with four dollars
and a million pounds of cheese.
In order to maintain this status

Sunday Is Gloomy.

The disappearance of miss Emilie Devine
Weighed heavy on our broken minds.
She slipped into the punch bowl
And blew a kiss to our troubled souls.

Humanity Deserves Nothing!

Pretty girl, deep sea explorer.
The secrets she keeps, are inside a bottle;
and as she sleeps, her and that bottle
go for the ride of their lives.

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I eat love poems for breakfast
and dull landscape poems for lunch,
then I sit down and crush the mountains
with my irrational
yet devastatingly beautiful eloquence,
as I write my poems on my arm with a knife.

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