Poems from mlincke15
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You showed me my face
when you looked in my eyes.
I used to stare at white walls with cobwebs splintering the...
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She lived by the sea
Her hair moved in gusts
that stirred the dead animals
as they moved their plato bones...
Using the fragments
of decomposing cameras
we
laughed at the pictures
from years gone away and faded
they painted nice images
to dance for...
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On November 11, 1917, 117,465 men were dead. Multiply that by two and you get 234,930 mothers and fathers...