Category: Poetry
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The Weary Architect
⏣ ⏣ ⏣ Press these lungs with a flat-iron Weave these veins with steel wire Place a clamp around this skull And crank it tighter, tighter, tighter Suffocating with an oxygen tank In touch but out of reach Stifled by the unspoken On trial for a steady drum beat Fingertips slicked with oil No longer…
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Uncaging
Changes, changes set fear out on the run no longer will it bar me from what I’m meant to become. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
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A. Lo'vhenas 