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The flakes of copacetic brightness,Consummately faceted and amassed into landscape-veiling drifts,Glitter faintly as they fade into the mud.The constr..
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The pane is scratched and slightly cracked,Marring my view of the world beyond.The abrasions and maculaeGive an abused, disheartenedTint to all I surv..
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The sun rotates it spokesTo signify a new day.To me it appears the same,No differentFrom all those that came before.I am merely applying daily coatsOf..
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Everything seems tilted. Somehow, the removal of this particular particleof reality has thrown most everything off balance. Facts that had relied upo..
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She sat next to him, quietly, her face perfectly masking her emotions. As an observer, their conversation seemed almost natural, but there was someth..
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The glass is smooth, perfect,Filled to the brim with limpid liquid.But, a crack appears.A fissure struggles from base to lip,Allowing this hope,This h..
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Red candy lips, framed byHalf lidded eyes ofLascivious flirtation:She dangles the carrotBetween thigh and navel, and he,Bound by invisible bonds,Is dr..
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A ragged grain of sandplacidly grips the side of a beer can.The can's exterior screams"Busch" in a battered blue font,disrupting the monotony of the c..
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A kindergarten-scribble of brilliant light,A blinding, burning fissure in the thunderheads.The sky trembles, splintering under the pressureOf the fren..
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Possibly a slight exaggeration of the issue; regardless, this is a short piece denouncing the SOPA act that is currently being considered. It would in..
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