Poems from hayleyingram
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Silence. That sound is a lover of the wind
breathes essence of fire
tadpool of the Earth
turns rain...
Prophets.
These prophets are profiting from our consciousness.
These prophets are extincting our autonomous
confidence in the future...
Paradox plagues our ever placid whisper--
for the sun will rise brisk at the hearts engage,
the love we kindle invokes the feet
tha every...
Are we in some way not gelatin or wing flutters
or scales of silver moons?
The cosmos consume a closer territory,
as we succeed in...
Suppression is the repression of depression and you are a part of their pill,
a mere etch on the bottom of the boot.
Here is a little bit...