Poem Parts

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#12

Language: a wonderfully relevant tool to discuss matters without substance.

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#11

Dread. The emotion felt On a simple flight Home

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#10

Awoken with a start, I smile through fear At the unknown known In the blueish red room — The other & the self

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#9

Even the coldest coffee, Darkly glittering with its Translucent ice caps, Warms beneath the Pleasant, sun-drenched Conversations

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#8

Riding upon white, cresting waves of limitless data, I feel the dark, tugging undertow Of humanity, lost

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#7

Clouded mirrors hang around diffusing Old World glamor across plain-faced patrons

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#6

slouched streets glimmering with growing decay donning decaying growth

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#5

your crackling icecube breaks tensions and snaps our attentions back to chilled pleasantries before our cold goodbyes and the shattering sensation of falling through a frozen lake

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#4

Light refacting off of the lake in Prospect Park framing her hair in the golden hour's sunset spectrum

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#3

Dancing to LCD Soundsystem in the adjacent, vacant apartment I spilled red sangria on you

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#2

Red light baths our imaginations in tones of generations

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#1

Lemons only sit at the bar watching and waiting for their turn to sour a drink