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Mr Sumerism

He is the second coming
Our saviour they say
He can turn things into things they are not
He speaks whenever he wants, no one can command him 62 more words



I feel that I have known you in many lives before.
Connected in a spiritual way,
Our souls bound at the core.
I’ve followed you through, I’ll follow you back. 8 more words



A garden
Beautifully sad, trees of tears
Hang your heart’s burden
On vines by the gate
And plant the soul’s sadness
In the magic earth here… 259 more words



Winter flower,
I pray you grow.
Everything around you
is dying but don’t let the weight
of their deaths anchor
you to the deep of the dark deathly down. 9 more words

Attempted Poetry

“Never on Sunday” playing on a Friday

“Never on Sunday” playing on a Friday,
A black and white classic,
Seltzer, ice, and lime.

Italiano spoken here,
A stroll through Boston’s north end, 13 more words

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