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“One time the bodies got mixed up,” he giggles,
“they got the wrong man in the coffin!”
I am stunned to silence, but he ..
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I know, Love, that it was Desire’s
Fidgety fingers jingling rusty pennies
Like rubies and pearls that made your
Empty pockets far too ..
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The vicious beasts of passionRaging within we may try and tame
Till behind our narrow, cold eyes
We kindle a dim light of docility
We may..
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Do you see the sagging
Power lines that measure out
The sad silence of the land?
Haven’t you peered into
The red, sleepless eyes of
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Sitting here on the edge of reason
My toes are touching the void
All the roads I’ve taken
Every step and every turn
Choices and fate..
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Shiny silver ribbon in
Your jet-black hair
The cold glimmer of
Your false light was
Enticing, tempting, mesmerizing
I reached out to ..
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The real drama begins after the show is over.
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Emma Joy's Christmas project prompted me to write this.
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The sun, a shiny pennyFlipped and thrown highIn the air, is now fallingSliding in a slotBetween earth and skySomewhere a lever isPulled and we look on..
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have you ever considered that
the moth wanted to
drown in hot wax, or
burn in the flame
he threw himself into?
“look at that fl..
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