Poetry Maybe
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The world rolls on by. Plans are made as I sit here Feeling emptiness. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Convex concaves, ridged Mottled craters, and bridges. My ears twist and twine. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Coinage passes through Greedy palms like greased lightning. Always needing more. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Glowsticks and glitter, Bodies swaying in strobe light. The beat mimics heart. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Bicep curls and tri- cep extensions, a workout. The muscles growing. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Overdue longing. I know you’re out there somewhere, watching the sunset. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Foundation at fault, Liquorice asphalt lingers On pavement tumult. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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In the dead of night, when all other birds have slept, the midnight owl flits. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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You will know vengeance! Hark! Be still my dogs of war. Masked insanity. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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I’ve a funny feeling on my face. I don’t think it’s quite in the right place. These words you find on some line, as I’ve lost the use of mouth. Formulated in time by a mind whose metre is composed in doubt…
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 