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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
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The wind, it was strange, flowed through me.
I thought I had died and was relieved,
it's hard to see how tired you've become,
you close your eyes and fall into sleep, caught by dreams.
I thought heaven was strange,
because I didn't think I deserved to go to hell.
But if this was heaven I suppose there could be better places.
It felt alien, but familiar enough I could stay.
It occured to me that I might be crazy,
and realizing this I realized I was,
because if I were sane such realization
would probably cause some kind of distress.
I guessed I could be sleeping, but I decided not to wake,
I'm comfortable now in my dream-skin.
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