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A surreal visual poem about INSOMNIA.12am nothings happened,3am nothings happened,10am i feel like a run my body is tired but my heads still wired,fuck it i will do a full circle like the black...
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He went back in and wept upon her sleeve.
She woke and smiled. "Back to that grafted tree
Tomorrow noon I must return. I'll leave
You then. I hope I won't be long. But do not grieve
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Spiritual poem by aspiring poet Peter Menkin, this work that in its audio format runs less than a minute, is an experimental poem. Written as a statement about May, with May One in mind, the work...
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Religious and spiritual poem by aspiring parish poet Peter Menkin. About an unusual night in May, perhaps even the first week, the poem speaks of a dance to the Triune God, yet so unusual to be...
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