CoreyLarson6168
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Joined: October 2021 Last seen: 2 years ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

Winter Wear What is it to be content? I think I've never been. I've very rarely felt at ease, neath this crawling skin. Words of wisdom , words of weigh, Celebrate this ripe decay, I ignore the come what may. I hide out from the... – *by Corey Larson*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating
I win What is it I think I see? A little lay down thing before me. How far can it really be? Skies are gray I think they're storming. I'm a figure of a way. The dawning of a new bright day. The spawning of demon seed these the words that you must... – *by I win*	2 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Hands Down Here I sit at sunder in a wild world of wide-eyed Wonder. Never have bespoken day the words of high tide Wonder way. In the dreams I carry most are sacred things the hidden ghosts. The host of ghosts the coasts the way the wide-eyed Wonder Walk... – *by Corey Larson*	6 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

What is it to be content?
I think I've never been.
I've very rarely felt at ease,
neath this crawling skin.
Words of wisdom , words of weigh,
Celebrate this ripe decay,

I ignore the come what may.
I hide out from the...

– by Corey Larson

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I win

What is it I think I see?
A little lay down thing before me.
How far can it really be?
Skies are gray I think they're storming.
I'm a figure of a way.
The dawning of a new bright day.
The spawning of demon seed
these the words that you must...

– by I win

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added 2 years ago

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Hands Down

Here I sit at sunder in a wild world of wide-eyed Wonder.
Never have bespoken day the words of high tide Wonder way.
In the dreams I carry most are sacred things the hidden ghosts.
The host of ghosts the coasts the way the wide-eyed Wonder Walk...

– by Corey Larson

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added 2 years ago

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