Sven Stears Poems

I could have come Goose stepping through that door on eggshells
With an anchor in the old ways, and the wind of change in my sails.
the crux is; decide what you want foul demon,
I can shield you from the fire or burn bright to show you the way,
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Somewhere in all our minds,
At the end of a mile long staircase,
full of trips and hazards,
is a thirsty dog.
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I wanted to eat you alive with my heart,
Disseminate my love for you,
soul coughing a heimlich dance routine
that struggled to keep us one.
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We ran to them.
Achievements GLEAMING.
But the words,
that came back
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