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Nearly one year, before the strike of the plague and the falling ashes, abundle of yarn on the street corner was welded by white soft hands as a pair..
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Part I
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One morning the winds stoppedA tsunami coiled over the seven seasTowards the day, the grounds drifted apartThe distance much longer than it seemsThe s..
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An inch of earth in phosphidePoisonous dirt of roots and vinesSprouting turned the green to clayA blackout churns life to decayA grasshopper in a tree..
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A story of truth, death, addictions, false hope, & journeys, the flightless cormorant lived in the darkest and driest lands of secrets, whilst confess..
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Strong winds carrying the marrow's songs of the earth had woven carefully over the Musterion River and into the cold, dry lands of Avon. As I w..
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Dear Haides, It is finally October. What a wonderful time of year it is, at least to most of us. The multiple colors of foliage crunch on the ground, ..
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3rd Testimony- "Old Iron Fence"Dear Haides, Sometimes I wonder what kind of messes I unconsciously fall into. I go to sleep and wake up every day and ..
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Dear Haides, Another cigarette is lit and I am now a smoking chain. I stand on a rock and gaze into the clouds wondering what they would tell me if th..
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Dear Haides, The time has come to lay my old copper shovel by my side now. The weather this morning was interesting. The wind was strong, the skies of..
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