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Red Wine

Bottled and aged with sophistication,I’m infatuated.Her look. Her charm.More so, my virginity unrelated. She pours into my glass,smooth as satin only her and I know.Her elegance intoxicating.Touching my lips, I ask for more. Sharing my thoughts with her,I breathe in every bittersweet reply.Glass after glass,eventually calling it a night. I went to bed alone,laying there […]

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Talking to Myself

Indecisive to the direction I go, You’re like the wind. Taking misguided steps to nowhere, your foot’s in front of the other—going somewhere. Having nothing to offer within these bare branches, you still reach out while standing tall. I feel like I don’t belong. You’re a flower in a misplaced forest. When I’m lost in […]

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Synthetically-laced Puppet

I’m a marionette,Just a synthetically-laced puppet.Always telling myself,“I’m not a real boy yet.” With four strings to manipulate,It’s pretty hard to distinguish real from fake.My actions–bending at its mercy.Once it wears off—I have myself to blame. I sit there,grasping for air.Waiting to perform,‘till then, I sit and stare It’s my normal,Nothing new—it’s rather cordial.I’m numb […]

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Autumn

October’s bellowing anger breaks and cleavesthe bronzed battalions of the stricken woodin whose lament I hear a voice that grievesfor battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feudof outraged men. Their lives are like the leavesscattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blownalong the westering furnace flaring red.O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,the burden of your wrongs […]

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