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In a moment of desperation: the little streak on the wallpaper, the fly on the ceiling, the carpet glue separating from the floor, the position of the..
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Standing together on the brink.
Impassioned in hope.
A desperate testament.
A reverent stand against melancholy.
Solitude.
Two souls,
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High beams knife low fog billows.
Wipers slash rapid across fractured windshield.
Purple streaks lacerate red, twilight sky.
Thunder clash..
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were fishes with spots. Horns made of rubber and cakes filled with air. Pots stuffed with crumpets and confetti filled the air. Plaid painted knicke..
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It sits on the table. Its dried needles adorned with tinsel. Icicles hanging over a red bow tied round a purple vase.
The tinsel that clogs the vac..
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I wonder if god ever wakes up and just hates his f*****g dress. Wonders why he was ever into snake skin in the first place. Why hearing Blue Hawaii ma..
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She smelled like chalk
More of a wet pavement, humid afternoon, dirt under the fingernails, gravel in the knee, scraped elbow, dirty shoe, gum che..
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Good morning sun.
Slinking through the blind with a bend in it, the perfect light to scramble my egg. Two slices of burnt toast slathered with bu..
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Good morning coffee. My sexy, styrofoam clad, milky, sugary b*****d. I love the groove of your curve. You steamy, hot mess. I want you dribbled across..
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I remember.
An unforgiven trespass.
A marred face.
Black polyps.
Tulips of blue.
Navy pupils submerged.
Crackles of violent red.
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