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Woman.
Why do
you
Feed
your heart
Words
that have not
Been
ironed?
Why do
you stain your
Soul
with crease?
Why do
you not
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Unbeknownst to the many clouds that swim Heaven's wide expanse,I had flown the entire breadth of the darkest matter and glided beyond ethereal wisps.
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Out of troubled slumber, I awoke, not in the bed I slept nor in the clothes I wore. I rubbed my temples to make sense of things. I was in some kind of..
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Blink, blink.
Bitten.
Sagged down by a certain avoirdupois.
Under the strain of bitter nights and
one-eyed apparitions.
I sat und..
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With the restless eagerness of untamed youth, my mind opened to all that your body whispered and all that your soul groaned. Your transmissions intens..
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It is often said that Medina was born mad and speechless,
Her red-clay lips meeting each other like lovers but never loving themselves enough to make..
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As sunlight deigned to set behind moody dales, Happiness, having nothing else to do flew into her head intending to stay the night..only for her delec..
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One of my prose-poems.
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As the yellow man dragged the fresh carcass through the woods, he could feel them in his breath, in his bones and on his palmsLike hot termites, like ..
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This is for you, hard worker.
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