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“You don’t need those,” the voice told me. “You’ll be much more comfortable without them.” It belonged to a motion..

The envelope brushes my mouth as I inhale the scent, carefully combing, analyzing, absorbing. The stamp still carries the warm aroma of your ton..

Her eyes no longer interest me, only blankness that only harbored illusions. Her smell is a toxin. An old Chinese proverb says; Don't trust tho..

My ancestors crafted the treaty long ago, Sealed in wood, watching us. The day belongs to us the treaty says, but at night we are the foreigners. ..

I can’t say what you Want me to say; Every time I try My throat swells up, Irritates my throat, so that when I succumb to your wishes, al..

These side rails of cedar Were formed too long ago, They now splinter in inconceivable directions Creaking with the gentlest of touch. Yesterday..

I feel it's breath Work it's way through me Swaying veins that've been barren Ever since a bone-breaking chill Of a long forgotten Moorish night ..

I remember the land Where my soul was born. Tucked in a lush lake-filled Valley deep in the alps. Netured in a bakery Selling eclairs at 7:23 ..

I never intended to feel the flesh Of your palm In mine. I never intended to find the sparkle In your eyes When I look at you. To see someth..

Follow that trail of thin Blood dribbling through town Into that alley - on 43rd street. The one with the dumpster With a tombstone Plastered ab..