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It was silent. Doesn’t take much at all. One second a man is in the mysteriousness of shaving. Looking deeply past th..

What do you call her? I wonder. This thing so precious you can’t fling off. Stick to the plan I say…it&rs..

The menace of my moments arose somehow, as I heard the virginal lease had turned. I knew this pulling back of lens wo..

You came upon your causality Strange With its surfeit and cradled Miasma Framed in this dismal lost cinema o..

My room holds a hawk by its window Though they carved it as “kite”, the breast unveils even the simple..

Can things truly be rectified at dawn? I wonder this because the mind is a cloud and perhaps your soul is at your ..

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I tell myself to move on, But how can I? How can I watch from these heights? My spring-silhouetted eyes Caged a..

A voice in permanence spoke lightly My eyes gazed easily over the abstract district Morning patterns Dutifully..