Rob Knetsch Poems

all along
i was convinced
i always knew
at least i thought
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give me
give me give me
gimme gimme gimme
gimme gimme gimme please give me
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How did you die
was it an accident
a terminal disease
or was it by violence
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Greetings from here, this part of the world
from the very hot white sands of the desert
to the cold white snow in these mountains
in the blink of an eye (loosing an eyelash)
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you know
yes you know
you know why
yes you know why
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Maybe it was because of the most
talk about the smallest among them
which may well be a mystery since
it was just unknown to everybody
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woke up just a moment ago
i don't know where i am now
and i cannot remember
i sense a wall of steel around me
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crawling the streets
clawing stone
to move forward
stopped by a wall
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the hairy part of this story
feels like trying to get that
one little hair of your tongue
which got there while you
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at home
home, this private place
yes here, there may be
many things, items owned
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