Poems from Luke Dominick

Wide-eyed, glassy stare Dazed and confused Reeling, recoiling from possible  Impossibility    Windmills, grassy fields Disappearing Set...
Atlas fades on stormy days A tortured burden he must bear But now the birds of song are gone Descending the depths of despair   The sun in...
Creation from a stand point exclusivity sought-after man's point rolled-up late night jam joint all into one to create some sort  of fifth-...
Awake upon this garden You who belies life and lives For the wind in your hair Sing upon this sunshine You who decries truth and spies...
Aching hands Bloodied taste Bottle caps Dirty clothes Ink stains Letters returned Old tears  Broken heart Music blaring but yet still...

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