Matthew Hall Poems

My broken heart still freely smiles
Through countless days and endless miles
But dead between adoring whiles.
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With angles we adorn ourselves
To complicate connections
Baggage safely stored on shelves
Such personal collections
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Love can't be lost once truly found
Not setting out nor homeward bound
Nor flying high, far underground
Cacophonous or not a sound
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I fill up on my poet's juice
My poison plays with midnight
This infamous artistic truce
This clarity, this insight
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