Poems from marxreilly

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"the arts are not a way to make a living. they are a very human way of making life more bearable. practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake." -kurt vonnegut
cold hard concrete and nothing but the clothes  on your back  for a mother   your wits keep you alive because  you've outgrown ...
just a couple of kids.   i don't know what i'm doing, where the fuck i'm going, and you're not any better off.   an adult  in the eyes of...
15,000 feet,  the return from a taste of home. the sea salt kick of the wind  on my skin, the fading stain of your kiss, fading fast. waves...
i'm afraid of what i feel because,  nothing can control it. attemps are made to tame  this fear,  yet in my throat it's burning.   i'm...
i've drawn one thousand girls and they all look like you. like maybe if  it wasn't for the world they'd want  to live. like maybe if life...

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