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The sky reaches pink alien fingers Briefly, carelessly, brushing our faces There and gone again as if we are not special Setting our little world a..

Cloudless skies belie a truth stored in the bones and beats of life save one. Fear that mattered now is lost Hope, the wellspring of longevity ..

The Death of Innocence You would think a park at night in the Autumn-time would be one of the most peaceful places a person is likely to find. An..

The grass hasn’t been mowed in a while. The summer’s been a long one, a dry one, and you can see it in the shiny bronzeness of the sea..

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