Catching light since 2003
Poetry by Razel
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26 October 2013
Falling debris, crashing bridge, and all the other objects of fear are far and unreal. Nothing scars like words words words.
So maybe a silence and Paulaner. As it is wont to work, draft dries tears.
Are you waiting for someone?
Poetry by Razel
Stabs at romance
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Poem 11, 2022
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Poem 5, 2022: Pictures to Show
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A lamb with a sunset in the clouds
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Venus and Mars in Aries 4th House
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Poem 1, 2022
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Poem 12, 2022
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Poem 7, 2022
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