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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.)

Sunday, May 7, 2017

leech

Keep the bloodline pure.
A little letting for the ages.
Bed wetting is a disease worth getting.
Who would you rather be?
What were you thinking?
If at all you were.
Soft as a snowflake in June.
I can force the poison out of you.
The past is lingering on the tip of your tongue.
Despite the attempts to set it free.
I will never be what I am.
From the burden bore by the past of me.
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