Ruminating Archaeologist
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Diving Over The EdgeA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologistsome sort of word vomit. |
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Warning: Falling RocksA Poem by Ruminating ArchaeologistReality: No, it doesn't. Today, last month, and the future. I guess, maybe, you have to break some bones to suck the marrow out of life. |
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DisingenuousA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologistjust looking over old stuff and thinking I'd write something new in companion since things have changed. |
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The NightA Poem by Ruminating ArchaeologistOde to night. Except I didn't want to call it that. I feel inspired lately because of nature. In part from reading Whitman/Emerson in and studying Ar.. |
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These WallsA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologistforgot I wrote this, and found it when writing down another poem |
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Failure In SolitaireA Poem by Ruminating ArchaeologistWelcome to the Nostalgic Theatre, your home of all things old and crappily awesome. |
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Of All The Things ElasticA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologistlike rubber bands like stretch jeans like twizzlers .-. |
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Spam Like The Canned MeatA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologistthis is not spam. this is a poem. ~thank you~ .-. |
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Press ClearA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist.-. symbolize like a calculator |
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WordsA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist.-. 9/26/11 not written vowed |
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