Chamfered Poems - Poems about Chamfered

...When we kill a tree Does a forest sigh Rustle with grief that One of them should die. Is there apprehension, Do the trees even hear, The clinking clanking sound As the felling gang draws near.......

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...The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim Forced through a reality, where spoons become bent Into the pleasure dome, they inject ......

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