Category: Poetry

Witness Mark

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It was a witness mark A vague witness mark But a witness mark nonetheless Hidden beneath the dust of depression Covered by the cobwebs of fears Untouched for years Then he came […]

you

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it’s you that I want when I’m laying in the dark listening to the tick of the clock it’s you that I think of when I’m drinking alone in a crowded bar […]