Blackout Poetry #20 younger older later not good or bad by yourself with me you’ll never know…
Category: blackout poetry
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #19
Blackout Poetry #19 exterminate my voice a few words first condemn the horrible things and people dead let me…
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #18
Blackout Poetry #18 to kill you to kill us killing ourselves poison the blood tainted no antidote…
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #17
Blackout Poetry #17 great really great Canon in D started up “They’re playing our song.” my heart sank
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #16
Blackout Poetry #16 I couldn’t go home. I could be alone. I’d have to think. so…
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #15
Blackout Poetry #15 for life finite days a long, long time for a moment anyhow…
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #14
Blackout Poetry #14 Ever since I met you I can’t stop thinking about you I shook my head Find…
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #13
Blackout Poetry #13 hell the crowd pressed on all sides I want to die help surrounded by unfamiliar faces through…
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #12
Blackout Poetry #12 cheery white-picket-fenced hometown I’d been in such a hurry to leave.
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National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #11
Blackout Poetry #11 that night compliment after compliment charismatic, engaging, electric it was not to last I waited and was…
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