UnsignedA Poem by PeteMy life has been the poem I would have writ, but I could not both live and utter it. - Thoreauit needs to be breathed regurgitated from deep within stirred bowels short on consonants, long on vowels stuck in your craw sucked deeply through a narrow straw love joy pain tears in through out years fragments of souls left behind dragged spirits drought-stricken reelings tidal feelings blind unkind unrefined entwined declined mimed rhymed unsigned .
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