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Draft

Little child Growing in reverse Shrinking in your mischief Still holding your chalk I don’t want to play Not today Not ever Advertisements

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Rustbelt

Lately, I’ve been wondering why it is that my poems rarely ever top out over 26 lines. I try and eembelish them, but generally don’t know how. Perhaps, it’s (over)exposure to punk tunes in my younger years which led me … Continue reading

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