Flake
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Busboy TacticsA Poem by Flakebusboy tactics: 1| ring my nectar 2| answer a call 3| fill their stocking 4| horde the phone 5| play with dice 6| Fish on ice 7.. |
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The Science of SleepA Poem by Flakesleep is dragging me down it’s pulling me in sleep darkens the outside, dries out color -- flattens it. Reverberates sound.. |
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FrenchA Poem by FlakeFrench dignitaries fought with each other over the pronunciation of paradisal, but not forgetting the point of the preceding conversa.. |
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Dream IA Poem by FlakeVanilla ice cream Another concrete image Another splash in my mind. “I like the concept of aging” she says as I look a.. |
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AngelsA Poem by FlakeAngels' bursting butterflies. I see lightning when my eyes go dark. "let's get rid of that vintage, we waste all these years." .. |
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Pop Goes the WeaselA Poem by Flakelying in bed groping yourself not everything it gives comes true. pine drifts across the sky like birds in migration. I have.. |
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"Who Is Like God?" KellyA Story by Flakepoem story |
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CryingA Poem by FlakeCry into the crevice of concrete on the floor over there. Make sure all of your tears fall into the crevice, and no where else. Take h.. |
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