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Just play really loud.

Just play really loud.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


E.I.-Proto V,IX

E.I.-Proto V,IX

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


In the time of the mind noises.

In the time of the mind noises.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


My eyes bleed standing in Terminal A.

My eyes bleed standing in Terminal A.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Across the sky.

Across the sky.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Memorable acidity.

Memorable acidity.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


The facts can't always not add up.

The facts can\'t always not add up.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


Clocks: Reminder mechanism of mortality.

Clocks: Reminder mechanism of mortality.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


My hollow bones on your picket fence.

My hollow bones on your picket fence.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason


My butterflies stir.

My butterflies stir.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason



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