HighBrowCulture Writing

Love. A flag clinging to the burning battlement like smoke in the rain.

A street vendor with fresh flowers stoops down for a penny and tastes the sidewalk.

Like Diapers, Carry Mashed Plants.

To My Unborn Child.

Gnossis.

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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

A Fridge for a Brain.

Mortal Beauty.

Trashed Off A W***e's Masquerade.

Only human.

The Four Seasons.