Poems from Camy3792

The clouds roll in, and the breeze blows by. Just before the rain.   I can smell the earth, and taste the sky. Just before the rain.   I...
The peasants and their wives, the whole body bent forward at each moment of their long twisted legs. Ornamented with little design, seemed...
She was a freak like me, that amazon woman-teacher. My eyes ricochet like pin-balls. Like a blue-black sky after it’s rained and rained…...
In a world where you cannot show your feelings, surrounded by only white walls and a ceiling.   Pencil to paper, words spilled on the pages...
The Persistence of Memory. The Persistence of Time. Slowly starting to think that I’m, apart of a plan, and out of the grime. The...

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