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I awoke to a pianolullaby ringing in my earsand moon lyricswhitening my lips,goosebumps illuminate my pale skin.The stars talkto me: they blinkMorse-c..
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Go away reader-- I'm nakedand bathing in orangeblossoms, trying to washthe stare of his pistachio eyes from my skin,you do understand, don't you?Thorn..
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... seaglass breath,lullabyes and bubbles.I write hallelujah on my skin,where your lips used to murmur my name.one by one, mermaidsfall from my eyes--..
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They tell me to pray,that He is always listening,but God is blue from loveand my hands have forgottenhow to hold.God of moths, God of the lonely, God ..
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Your silhouette still standingin my pupils, I cutout my heart and carveit into a bird housesince the pulse it once playedremains in the memory of our ..
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wrap me in rose-thorns, I have no need of skin and this morning is too bright to kiss.cold palm on window-glass, legs shaking like prayers, leave me ..
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there is something delicateabout a moths' wing undermicroscope light,like flossing a heartbeat between your teeth.little moth, little moth, I weep for..
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feet, bricks and rainthat's all this April Tuesday is:my paper-smooth feet against sanctified,red bricks as the sky wipesaway my tears with its own.An..
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My scream was hoarsebecause salt seared mythroat the night the zombieepidemic became non-fiction.I hid behind my ocean-ghosthair, inside of the giantc..
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My sanity tastes like ocean-tangled yarn. It hangs frommy cranium, dripping, while Idream of sea-dragonsarguing the mossyconcept of reality.I toss and..
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