writing poetry
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Jammed
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≻: JammedOur bloated love,Turgid with gas, belly-hill skywards.Bag of chips rocking on the counterFull on emptiness. Bags of Pigs sunbathing. Disgusting.…
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The Magic Trick
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≻: The Magic TrickLate afternoon, and one side of the bus sunnedIn light. I imagine your words falling dustGently on my lashes. They…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student IV
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature student IVWater -Robert Lowell It was a Maine lobster town—each morning boatloads of handspushed off for granitequarries on the islands, and…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student III
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature student IIIDespite and Still (my favourite lines) -Robert Graves We have been such as draw The losing straw — You of your gentleness, I…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student II
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature student IILost Love -Robert Graves His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature studentThis series is basically a place for me to expose myself to poetry and practice analysis and appreciation (not as…
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