NOMAD

You were like 2am rides on the subway.There were a lot of potential stops–butyou just kept moving to the hum of the rails…Changing graffiti mesmerized you as you got lost […]

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DRUG OF CHOICE

I’m addicted…To what some call poetry,Eat, sleep, and breathe it in subconsciouslyMastering crafter of words is my fortePoems make up the supplyI deal them out constantly.I prefer to refer to […]

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