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On the porch she sat, wilting her smiles and balancing on the ominous plate of words she had left so quietly behind, so well maintained, so well the m..
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Morning tasted like s**t. His hands, always sweating in attestation. The office was again tangled in debt, yet, much as resistance..
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So she wants answers. She wants faith, she wants life fashioned on a stick like a goddamn corndog or better yet, a bleeding marshmallow dripping over ..
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If I neglect, or for some sour cause make flint of tomorrow, then let it be. Never turn in emotion from what reams in our flight . This is but a place..
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She decorates her words
While a river empties over our flamenco morning
The cereal poured is disguised as conversa..
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I stand,
LoomingInto infinite course
Where matter survives from the mind forged in droplets
Entering
Building high her t..
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She was far from an empty windowHers was not the mind’s umbilical freedom. Hers was the ground and strew, the rain on stones white as apparition..
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She amendedmeMy destructionClawing from the sleep of seduction and reliefBestowing chaosReflection through my cagesStanding in plast..
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Would you be willing in our final hour of sleep? Life and linens laid mere inches from our fate. Awakened. Gasped and freed from mor..
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Skinflint
lover
With your pale
embrace
Talking swarthy
Your
touch is still a sun bird
Your
currencyA wire of faithIt..
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