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i was guilty of the crime even as I thunk it. where the line grasped hold and pulled and I went down, all da' way to fancies avenue where ..

BROKEN into Deceptions; Smashed ICE. lolling tongues & bitter tea. arching the spine so as to cl ick into the sun, crisp like cold but..

...experimental rewrite of someone elses poem

story of unrequited love..

located just by your ear is a brain, but you wouldn't know that, would you? faceless mime, wordless words- hard hearing ear wax, nail riding ..

5 minutes old we found your eyes in ours and we sobbed at knowing the miracle of creation, creamy texture of your smile is all we needed to l..

I am here but in the leaves choking on the sounds of birds hoot howl chirp in strange rhythm as my tears break with the crack of branches tram..

my lips they crack, they smothered in off wine, purple composite and fissures uncertain find their way to my eyes, who in nice mirror tell ..

Blues and whiskey soak the night, he stumbles onto a memory quickly vanquishing it with a swig. He imagines the stars all abandoning the sky ..

I am quixotic I is the word which means I can never be in you who I forget as soon as I know and who is made, of foreign parts from consumer ..