Lithium Dinosaur Poems

It's weird, the stuff that comes out,
The way other people see it.
The perfect lines that appear on my canvas.
Always perfect, always strange.
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I headed to the library
and slid the books out of my bag
I grabbed a pen and paper
As he watched me
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There once was a man who saw a big house,
he looked like a toad and walked like a mouse.
He saw a diamond shining crimson red.
He thought to himself 'the owners are in bed'.
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Glancing over the word 'inbox' written in commonly platitudinous lettering.
Sigh. My inbox is like a ghost town.
Apathetic cracked ground. Lifeless.
Dying tumble-weed drifting past shattered dust.
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All the dreams that you would remember,
If you had never died.
The days you searched for help hopelessly,
Along with those nights you cried.
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