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Poem from a beard. October 19, 2013 · 3:47 am. The whole world stands still. With all eyes on you. My life should turn out. Just to keep me here. October 11, 2013 · 3:28 am. I’m turning three to one. Twice in my life. A third of a third? Or two out of six? For the first time. Maybe I’ll feel like someone,. Even if that means. Leaving loved ones behind. Would I turn my back. Would I turn my back. Will have the opposite effect. Join 91 other followers. I am a writer and a musician. View Full Profile →.
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Poem from a beard. October 11, 2013 · 3:28 am. I’m turning three to one. Twice in my life. A third of a third? Or two out of six? For the first time. Maybe I’ll feel like someone,. Even if that means. Leaving loved ones behind. Would I turn my back. Would I turn my back. Will have the opposite effect. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 91 other followers. I am a writer and a musician. View Full Profile →. Poem from a beard. One Poem Every Day.
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Poem from a beard. October 19, 2013 · 3:47 am. The whole world stands still. With all eyes on you. My life should turn out. Just to keep me here. August 27, 2013 · 1:35 am. Your lover’s waiting there for you. She’ll only be upstairs a few. More moments waste away from you. Your broken heart is just a day away. Your empty chest is starting to decay. You learn to love, you learn to hate. You’re told you don’t appreciate. The smallest little rays of sun. The stranger’s smile, the lover’s tongue. The situati...
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Poem from a beard. October 10, 2014 · 11:30 pm. To the bottom of my shoes. The sun fading, the sky. Pink, orange, gray, black. I close my eyes. And for a minute, I am slipping. All my weary blues. Pink, orange, gray, black. Turn to dust in dreams. My head, hurting. As I am walking alone. The river sings a song. My reflection, black. It seems to long. For days long gone, or perhaps emerging. But my mind is sewn. My reflection, black. Turns to dust in dreams. But when I walk home. Still on my own. A stolen...
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Poem from a beard. October 10, 2014 · 11:30 pm. To the bottom of my shoes. The sun fading, the sky. Pink, orange, gray, black. I close my eyes. And for a minute, I am slipping. All my weary blues. Pink, orange, gray, black. Turn to dust in dreams. My head, hurting. As I am walking alone. The river sings a song. My reflection, black. It seems to long. For days long gone, or perhaps emerging. But my mind is sewn. My reflection, black. Turns to dust in dreams. But when I walk home. Still on my own. I am a g...
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Poem from a beard. October 10, 2014 · 11:30 pm. To the bottom of my shoes. The sun fading, the sky. Pink, orange, gray, black. I close my eyes. And for a minute, I am slipping. All my weary blues. Pink, orange, gray, black. Turn to dust in dreams. My head, hurting. As I am walking alone. The river sings a song. My reflection, black. It seems to long. For days long gone, or perhaps emerging. But my mind is sewn. My reflection, black. Turns to dust in dreams. But when I walk home. Still on my own. More mom...
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Poem from a beard. Dust in dreams →. October 19, 2013 · 3:47 am. The whole world stands still. With all eyes on you. My life should turn out. Just to keep me here. Dust in dreams →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Post was ...
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Poem from a beard. October 11, 2013 · 3:28 am. I’m turning three to one. Twice in my life. A third of a third? Or two out of six? For the first time. Maybe I’ll feel like someone,. Even if that means. Leaving loved ones behind. Would I turn my back. Would I turn my back. Will have the opposite effect. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Photo...
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Poem from a beard. October 11, 2013 · 3:28 am. I’m turning three to one. Twice in my life. A third of a third? Or two out of six? For the first time. Maybe I’ll feel like someone,. Even if that means. Leaving loved ones behind. Would I turn my back. Would I turn my back. Will have the opposite effect. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 91 other followers. I am a writer and a musician. View Full Profile →. Poem from a beard. One Poem Every Day.
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Poem from a beard. October 10, 2014 · 11:30 pm. To the bottom of my shoes. The sun fading, the sky. Pink, orange, gray, black. I close my eyes. And for a minute, I am slipping. All my weary blues. Pink, orange, gray, black. Turn to dust in dreams. My head, hurting. As I am walking alone. The river sings a song. My reflection, black. It seems to long. For days long gone, or perhaps emerging. But my mind is sewn. My reflection, black. Turns to dust in dreams. But when I walk home. Still on my own. A stolen...
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