Peter Handlin Poems

Like a reverie; unswayed
The practical me, at odds
with that other me
yes, there is that one!
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I
waiting
She’s battled the secret Iridescence of her likely self
Aware
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My days are thoughtless motion ‘till there’s nothing left to do
Turning stones and pages to find what’s left of you
You made yourself the answer now you’re nowhere to be found
If only you could listen you would here the sound
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Choose your sins wisely
Don't let your emotion run wild
Ignored at my peril
I've been in a mess for a while
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