Davidgeo
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Never Follow Me DearA Poem by Davidgeo. it is lovely, it is treacherous . |
Page 364 (that's attraction)A Poem by Davidgeo. |
WallflowersA Poem by Davidgeo. nothing is what nothing does (rarely does it mean what you think it does) . |
Alternative FaxA Poem by Davidgeoyour truth is a liar that no longer makes sense |
Running's RiskA Poem by Davidgeo. |
Human RetirementA Poem by Davidgeo. |
Equilibrium's and EvolutionA Poem by Davidgeo. a shared non cooperative game; "life feeds on life". something that hasn't really changed . |
The City Came Before the FreewayA Poem by Davidgeo. some progress is purely superficial . |
Aged Meat/Rock MossA Poem by Davidgeo. |
Why Did They Beat Us?A Poem by Davidgeo. a question only true winners will ask ad nauseam . |