sean north Poems

This cool night air,
speaks
Of frost. Again.
...

use should
read a book
steada of preach
feel me
...

when theres
no where left to run

and no left where to hide
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sP1n aG1n
sEe wHaT UsE
cOme Up tHen
...

7 iches
dont mean n0thing

To H3aV3N
...

YoU MiGhT
LikE

tO
...

swallowed $Ome
wOrds
mEanT
fOr someone else
...

found the only way
a
soul gets fed
...