Poems from Nomad1c

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Having become late deafened, I now use poetry as a form if bridging the comm. barrier.
While I - concentrate reality's grip lessens others - gain traction ° While I - sit idly concentration flys away others - take action. °...
One man's worthless- Is another man's life. One man's backstab- is the other man's knife. . One man's thoughts- could be stolen ideas. One...
Open the door to my window's disguise. It's there, you will find, all the things I despise. Like mirrors And neighbors And chimney smoke...
The hour of dread wanes near to thee.** Where none of the doomed shall escape or go free. A wickedness comes; served swift, sour and cold....

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