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- Some of my poetry -

I am thinking about making a book of poetry soon, but until I do that this will have to be a sample.

Rain flutters down,

outside my opened window

Hidden in the dark of night

I can hear it stir the leaves

and smash against the road

My hand is scratching words, wounds,

trying to decide what I might write

I live in a city of ghosts

I can see their faceless faces everywhere

following me down streets I've seen before

Basically, don't use this at all unless you get my full permission.