darkpoetry
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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…
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Bleached reefs lie beneath, floral-like coral snorkel warmth & pollution. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Arced revolutions dictate heaven’s direction; always out of view. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Dead leaves spindle forth, cast down from heredity, left cracked-torn rotted. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Life’s Seldom a Ball When You’re Destined to be an Isolationist. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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During Moments of The Utmost Seriousness; My Face Holds Sly Grin. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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To taste the sweet brew, that has maddened gods and men, one must give life’s blood. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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A great fire blazing, using air to create ash, leaves nothing in wake. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Carcasses of trees, stripped bare and barren; to fill storefront showcases. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Existence on trial, as we burn away this home to make more plastic. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 