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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Brief Infatuation

Turning, folding into self
Great sprays of steam remain,
Unexpected.
A bounce in the step.
A twitch of the mouth.
A narrowing of the eyes is all it takes to see.

Truth cares not of dreams,
Nor wishes.
Delicious wisps whisked into the darkness.
Hold your breath all you want.
But I think death will great me first.

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