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Bits Of An Insomniac

composed late at night, from amongst chaos and coffee

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short poems

the holy hole we dug into our yards

the holy holes we dug into our yellow yards blaze gold under the sun, stuffed with our secret selves and the worst and best we've done. on snowy nights, under the moon, sometimes we kneel and pray, because those holes... Continue Reading →

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the gamble of our hope

To hope, creates a hunger, and a vacuum space for pain, And why then, do we let ourselves, time and time again, believe in our loved ones and ¬†wish stories on our scars, and map out our secrets when night... Continue Reading →

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