Poems from Nomad1c

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Having become late deafened, I now use poetry as a form if bridging the comm. barrier.
Alone; among millions. In a city; of parks and pavilions. People rushing here and there, None of who will see my stare. I may as well be...
My table Lord has just one chair alone I PRAY while sitting there. Men will judge without known fact forgive them Lord for their attack....
No matter the guidelines that anyone preps results vary widely from things they expect life; it turns out has many regrets I'd like to...
Stoical nomadicism is justifiable when stillness invites death . Swift movement foils entrapment of what you have just left. . Faithfulness...
They gave him twelve months To serve that first year Times ten made a decade Stuck inside there. Chip away the flesh To reach a heart of...

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