Joe Graves Poems

There is a lie
a lie that lives
that has been fed and guided into its own life
it has blood and viens
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our friend the killer
the black sheep of the family, but indeed family.
we need the killer, but hate his face
he is nesacary, but we will not acknowledge him.
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it is alive in all that lives
it is alive in all that has never lived.
It is alive in all that is.
it is in no One place
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