House Poem

House Poem

House

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Home

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Poem

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Garden Path

Sometimes,
I exist

Sometimes,
I’m in control

Most times
my mind, a lie,
wanders
thistle paths
thorny dreams
swirling bricks
and chipped wood.

BFM

Sorrows of Sorrow

everything
i’ve
loved
i’ve
reduced

to art.

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