Boxes, Nothing Really Lasts
Boxes plead, musty their engagement, with a dusty cement floor, the shadows of purpose wasted by time, and memories thinned
Read moreBoxes plead, musty their engagement, with a dusty cement floor, the shadows of purpose wasted by time, and memories thinned
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Read moreConsider the alternative, the brass-balled, committed stand, not this half-earthed bland affront, placating drivel to make a point, but the
Read moreOnce set, a precedent haunts reality with an iron fist, for we mere mortals can only know one step at
Read moreTo express what truly life’s about …
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Read moreI may relent on saving souls,
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Read moreDim Day Blues Tony DeLorger © 2016 The
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Read moreThe Many Faces of Day The sombre morning hums a maudlin song, as burdened clouds hang low, having swallowed
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