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The Poetic Type (too much of a bad thing, is still a bad thing)

"I spill over, running under your shoe, through your hair and everywhere inbetween. You bask in what is mine and enjoy my existence, so why don't I?"

-one love.

Reason To Live
Between
The Beat
In the Key of E7
Belly Up
Driven
Fire Alarm
The Validity of Truth
Untitled 88
Fraction
An Insecure Comfort
Fraction II
The Right Choice
A New Level of Understanding
An Hour in the Parking Lot
Beautiful Trivialites of Love
Contains it All
Four Fragments
Four Stanzas
Ode to a Love Departed
Speak to me Amedeo
The Cooker
The Cycle
Even More Poems???