Chris
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If Mirrors Bend Light, Then How Am I Still Able Se..A Poem by ChrisI can't escape it. |
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Someone (A Little Fucked Up)A Poem by Chris... |
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Hold Me MoonA Poem by ChrisWhere comfort finds me |
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Father's DecayA Poem by ChrisIt's eating you away, isn't it? |
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Little Bass DrummerA Poem by Chris... |
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My Civil WarA Poem by ChrisIf you know then you know. |
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Cherry BlossomA Poem by ChrisLook at title |
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The WeathermanA Poem by ChrisWhen you hope for something extraordinary and try to control the uncontrollable, you bring yourself guilt, guilt that is undeserved. |
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Missing LoveA Poem by ChrisA short piece I wrote. Not sure if I should extend it. |
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