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Damian De Souza – Untitled
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in iPhonismSons of the silent ageStand on platforms blank looks and note booksSit in back rows of city limitsLay in bed coming and going on easy terms Sons of the silent agePace their rooms like a cell’s dimensionsRise for a year or two then make warSearch through their one-inch thoughtsThen decide it couldn’t be done Baby,…
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Knox Bronson – Healing
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in iPhonismThe dead of winter You may recall With your smile You said it all Got me dreaming Of what might be Got me hoping That you’d love me. Why Why Why did you have to smile at me? Why Why Why did you have to smile at me? In the doorway You struck a pose…
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