Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
If I could burn down this world, I would in a heartbeat, for a world that so carelessly, incinerates my heart, why should I give, a pound...
It disgusts me, the black cement rolling for miles, around and around, through and through, black and grimy, hiding the vibrant underneath...
In the midst of this blue-black light, the rusted chattering filling the atmosphere, silent sighs and sidelong glances, drooping eyes and...
Maybe it's just the way the universe works; a give and take, ebb and flow, yin and yang. creation and destruction.   Maybe the ancestors,...
There’s silver glinting in my hand, and cold iron slugging through my veins.  Shivering, I bring the hand, up and over.  The bulging blue-...

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