poem
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Trinkets and baubles and pudding-stuffed dawdles, The hectic holiday season dawns upon us…
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A blooming petal blows past broken leaf gently, Like a sweet fragrance on warm summer wind…
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The reader *galore, who’ll always come back for more, to keep up their social décor… An experimental poem based around censorship.
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Oh the sea greens and iridescent blues, Bleach-blended hues in patches construes…
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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 