This is the poetry I find constantly coming into and out of me:
"In Science, the past is constantly conversing with the future."
"Flour your hands."
"Life is a sin wave."
"We are living in a plastic cage, just like that parrot."
"... with an emphasis on haiku."
"When you think of me, think of vests."
"You don't have to be rude for us to notice you."
"I unknowingly misinformed you and I'm sorry."
"I can feel my whole body tense."
"And that's when I picked a flower."
"Is your father dead? - Yes."
"Prisoner of God."
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