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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.)

Friday, July 7, 2017

The Rind

Tan landscapes
Broken vases that lead to sunken treasures
This is a place you go, to be forgotten
Tiny wisps of what was once
Nothing here but a glimmer of laughter
Smoke is rising in the east and not even sunlight dares to enter
Curses uttered under baited breath
Relief is but a distant memory of a whispered dream
Feverish and wincing
No escape will be found or offered
No quarter given to those that seek relief

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