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a single straight jet-stream streak spears the sky,piercing the pillowed palpitating heart of a precious cloud.wings of angels, some winsome, some wor..
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A Story by Siren
The clouds hang heavy and thick, low and caving. Occasionally they pause, the droplet-tears of their soft weeping kissing our shoulders, our necks, ou..
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i am not seen,i am not heard.i am reduced to the false perceptionof what people are comfortable accepting�"but i cannot be replaced,and i ..
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bursting blood vessels�"ruptured�"leaking out�"the last lines of life�"exhausted�"pumping ..
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softly textured silk,sweetly layeredinto airy cream.the light pale fluff,the stuff of dreamsthat engulfs the satisfied mindat the end of a pleasant da..
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I witnessed a mighty gathering,the taking up of spirits.The battle last nightproved long and hard;a war, waging, raging.Smoke billows skyward�..
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and all of a suddenthere were too many people.i couldn’t breathe.i couldn’t think.there was so much noise,and i desperately wanted to flee..
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Well of courseit bothers me.Everythingbothers me.It all bothers me,and it always bothers me.Sometimes it justbothers memore than others.But I’m ..
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barely there, whispers…as the residue of cloudsveils the evening here below.streaks so pale as to be rendereda lifeless grey, save forthe fragi..
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Now I lay my wants to rest,The weight of care upon my chest.I promptly pine for clarity,A remedy for this tragedy.If we must die before we wake,What m..
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