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Speaking in braille,the night of of spilled beeps.You thought that you felt what you said that you felt,but your eyes had escaped you!You thought that..
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Ricepaper skin turned to wax,things began to slip offthe instant they began to cool.And you claimed yourself a feather,"I JUST WANTED TO FEEL FREE!"As..
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There were concentric rooms,Caving in on themselves in fetal positions.Matryoshkarooms with no windows,But we had our imaginations,Construed by mist m..
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Pocketfuls of poppies: popping.In scents of. Barley and rye.The lonely will burrow,nails contorted into calcite shovels with surprise soil-fillings,re..
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We felt our asphodels dancing without limbs;florally bursting in synchronized routines untouched by post-mortem mortarsin places repressed by Freudian..
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We have loved with the hearts of cowards,tufting our ‘manes’ in hypertension melodiesat one another,bearing our teeth,growling without the..
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There were deserts emerging like wolf packs
after a blitzed winter spent in cannibal caves,
deserts erupting
because everything we touched turned..
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Termites.Water-logged bridges.Black Mold.The youth. Is starting to change.Judge any one of us by our coversand we are all Kafka’s “Metamor..
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The sky would open in a back-stroke motion,one french door after the next;we watched in a isolation-tanked white silenceas our best selvesrose and fel..
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There were Rorschach butterflies perched on the peach pits in our stomachs,our legs traded off trying to run away from ourselves,causing our torsos to..
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