lauren rogers Poems

the world beyond our shameless eyes
is drowning more than we can see
where money is what cheating buys
but never seems to grow on trees
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When asked my opinions on this place I call home
Just as anyone else who cares,
I have so much to say.
In poetry, though
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rotted fish-scale concrete geometry
encased in chain links of rusting decay
smells of construction; destructed memories,
futures crushed by a twinkling maw.
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12.15.07-2: 44am
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