Poems from emma2012

It sits in hard, smooth splendor   There was a face here   Once       The wisdom of years and years   Shriveled down to a compact plastic...
Flat on the floor Where the body is in constant dispute With its downward boundaries At the pinnacle of collapse The result By itself No...
The INSOLENT hands of the clock are shadily employed by boredom itself Each tick is a moment spent examining the air each tock is the...
  This imperatively imparted knowledge   This so-called apparent benefit to the scholarly mind   -to a decent life   This invisible...
So I was thinking A bad idea at the best of times- of the ice which coated the air in the barn and it's something that renders a break in...

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