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I watched,like the waning of the moonFull as bright during the darkest of nightsgrowing ever smalleruntil I became new again,a sky suckled teetwhite w..
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She left her shoesout in the rainagain,as they dried the saltof her toil becameevidence of long daysat heelsweat to the surface.Yoru no KurotsukiSomet..
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...and you shall not beas the maids of dairy,leg dangled haystack .
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You See...I don't know if I can beA 24-7 person.But we all think our lovecan save the world...I ask myself do I thinkI could do it better?I can't prom..
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The deep blue black green ofwinding hill roads roaredlike an injured jungle cat.The silence after has neverbeen quite so deafing,not a cricket, neary ..
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SeptemberThe trees began to bendsussurus with soundSeptember was so closeI could smell her breath.A gold medalisttwirling Oak leavesin her hands,gathe..
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"Bather with long hair" a painting by Renoir
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What if Earth is actually heavenand good souls became trees thatprovided breath for the living gratefuldancing , singing in the windpointing skywardor..
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Gypsy Rose LeeGypsy Rose LeeStrip teaseshedding leavesshivering,quiveringvagabondknees,coldJanuarysuntossedoff herclouds.
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Conch6:45 a.m.The c**k crowsthe clouds carry a skull and crossbonesacross the fretful sky.See how he looks at her,a bird caged in a songlongs,before t..
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