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“ I was born for this”, she angles, her hair tangling with reflections of street lights and white shadows, the background that finds uspoo..
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I slid into the back seatan occupanttattoos with red hair steering in front of methe sound of a gracious voice and a swift helloa recent smell of a ci..
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Silence in every soundmy tired hands tremblethere is only this dim last hour here with methis last passage read in ragethis world, this world,This wor..
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If someday I return, crowned by evolution, bound by axis,If one day I command the thirst and spell of want , and from this night, this gnosis weave a ..
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Just a little diddy
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And now I know that I should diefor I have borne the continuum amorphousthe query that settles as the dagger into darknessor swiftly into the soft sid..
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Holding the predawn light in my palmI bear a sigh to the gods of intentone skin, riddled in memoryone life, no longer my ownand long since poured as i..
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Alone, I go into this wilderness naked...It is not for returning that compels or worries but for a splinter.Dark now assummer slows, and perhaps that ..
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It’s easy reallyFirst the door, then the handle, the crooked mat where wind has shook itshand, then out into the street where the first thing is..
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The hours from my mind burn towards a strange odd languageeach day seeming farther and farther away,willingly into the mental canyonI hear these lost ..
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