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Poem – In Unbound Dreams
In unbound dreams steeped in limitless colors the machines sleep. Metal skin glistens as another day begins, as our held breath releases. We start with the same promise that this will be the last day and we will stand here united. On this war ground with the rising sun we circle the sleeping machines…
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Poem – Oxygen
I watch you from the second floor I greet you this morning with voice thrown into the winter wind and back inside. you kept walking into snow and ice into fog and gone. I wait for you from the second floor hours have passed before your return. How was your day? Wet… Last night I…