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Playing Games

Playing Games

A Poem by KL


In The Captains Chair

In The Captains Chair

A Poem by KL


Eventually we all go down with the ship. It's whether or not you relish in the fact that we're surrounded by so much beauty that our own tribulations..
How Many?

How Many?

A Poem by KL


There's a lot more going on outside your door; your street; your neighbourhood; your city; than what you see behind the door. For every pessimistic m..
Angel

Angel

A Poem by KL


Suicides are statistics. The suicidal are those close to you.
Beneath the Floor

Beneath the Floor

A Poem by KL


Everything about this life is speculation... don't play it off as fact.
On the Hillside

On the Hillside

A Poem by KL


Every time you look at a cloud, your brain naturally connects it to something it can recognize... even though there is truly nothing to see.
If a Man Could Dream...

If a Man Could Dream...

A Poem by KL


Careful what you wish for.

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