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They can't wait to let the sky get so dark that it hints at light, so dark it feels like you're always just about to fall into something deep and cav..
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Pendulum limbs
moonlit
grandfather clock face
minute
delicate detail hands
strike twilight
strike midnight
strike timeless untimely death
ther..
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Let my selfish weavle thoughts
eat away at my sleep
sow what they reep
planting produce
mind in the dirt,
take a nap,
so I can wake up
with the..
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The liquid between my toes and the frying pan pavementthat threatenedmy shoes witha forbodinghiss as I disembarked from the traintold me it was Jul..
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The night is dark and calm, windy with autumn smiles. The fireworks have all died down and we walk along this pavement path to the song of one hundre..
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Shell shocked beaches
cratered, pitted peaches
an island spitting out the core
an island spitting out the corps
-wake up-
In the pock marked devi..
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Cottages are biscuits in the oven sun. There we were on the hill looking at egg washed homes and homeless men and women, the family of man, with br..
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Underneath a Sicimore tree
blotches of shade envelope me
they cluster like islands
in a sea of sunlight
shining with luster as bright
as a smile
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Will anything change here.
Will the earth, a canvas,
painted with our fear,
painted with our tears,
and sweat,
and blood,
be anything more
then..
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Here leaves of gray grace the ground
rustle not, without a sound.
Soles stick to slipping streets
bleeding through to numb your feet.
Liquid paper..
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