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Abbigail Quinn

Polish Your Teeth

I can see you absorbing a reflection
submerged in vain centrism around your painted on lids
that only concern over spiders crawling down runways and drivel up my back
quivers my head that your summit is so cold and desolate.

(2013)

Otras obras de Abbigail Quinn...
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Exodus skies and imminent red dese… You call it The Land of Enchantm… We call it The Land of Entrapmen… Rheumy tequila eyes amble the Int… adorned with turquoise intoxicatio…
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Would Anyone Care for Some Esspresso?

My very good friend, You should not have regretted the… bled down the roads in your unquestionable psilocybin mind. It consumed the lucidity that, at…
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Letter to an Astronaut Named Kryle

So i guess the old dog was a littl… im holding ol’ no.7 cause its the… some harry guy sittin on the curb… that they were nothin but trouble… Shows what he knows! i was walking…
A Haiku

Smoking cigarettes, Makes me feel a lot better. Smoke another smoke.
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My thoughts turn, over last season’s descended leave… It always seems too cold in autumn… Chills my blood.
I can never think of a good one

Blamed cant tell at a second glance to have thought for a minute did it cant take it back so what now? i stand and for where? i might travel and die to lay and forget the blueish sky wi...
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July 3rd

So might be the intent of misunderstood words and words, are delivered in soft confession to those boys in the lonely memorial park. I saw my good friend Bill there, kissed my forehead ...
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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain,
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June 22nd Lying on concrete, recumbent between Nirvana and neur… Meditating Shangri-La thoughts, Aggravating to mend and vindicate.
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