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when night ran itself
murdered into that gathering glow
there came a spirit to those wetsuits
my cousin, and i, zipped into.
we were on ..
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this ladder, without rungs, aflame
this city, without tongues, in shame?
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the inequity had left him still.
she had seen him come and go
that dilapidated wench---
wrenched into some expectation of perfection
by ..
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There she was. As the gunner sat stalking that bottom of a
Starbucks white-chocolate mocha. He wound up in this place, where this mortar
reminds him..
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pumpernickel eyesswallow-tailed grandeur of motion seemingly unlimitedstoic.water under blades of a rescuing chopperuproarious and wispy, sculpted and..
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as the silkened yarn is spunthe mighty wealth of kingdoms risinginto the crevice down her backas she walks, a bengal,striped with her prized memorial ..
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bourne of truth into apparent decimationclarity/that only shapeshifter - retrospectionas this distant mist veils before that orange peel of an unseen ..
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oncebefore there was gravitybefore there were consequencesstood a whisperwhose shadow linkedmortar to cosmosa young man grappledtowards that whisperwi..
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once her wild wincehad flowered into heaving gaspsi preyed upon her intervalof silence a shadowthere was no darkness amidst that darkness but for dark..
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underneath that blissful symmetryof luxurythere, at times,hides a shifting shadow.at this point, Thinehallowed memoryremainsin that car preceding.ther..
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