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Sean Winther

Sean Winther

The war: L’Chaim

What is going on
Does anybody know
For I am lost
More so by the day
 
And what is this?
And what is that
I have no idea
Ask someone else
For I am lost
More so by the way
 
Isreal and Palestine
Exporting gun crime
Depressing statistics
And energy crisis -
The poles are melting
And restricting rights
Life is short;
Brush your teeth.

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Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
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This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
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Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
The Intimacy of Sincerity

The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
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Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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Poem unwittingly written by a child talking to her mother at the bus stop.

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
SoYou

I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
how you sound

From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind
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Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
A poem of fire and ice

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Mus(e)ic Theory

Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
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Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
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I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Hedwig

Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
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Elegy for a Year of Sorrow

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt



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