Poems from LaneBuckler
Spider me nowhere
On an endless trek to rapture.
Grow me long, grow me bare.
Twisted, bold, start a new chapter.
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Demo my love, my...
Running out of water,
Running out of paper,
Running out of air,
What else do we have left to taper?
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No more chambers of faith,
Stunted...
"Stoic is the valve to my heart,
Turning and tightening, tearing me apart.
I thought I knew, I thought I understood,
Yet I still feel so...