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My room holds a hawk by its window Though they carved it as “kite”, the breast unveils even the simple..

Can things truly be rectified at dawn? I wonder this because the mind is a cloud and perhaps your soul is at your ..

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I tell myself to move on, But how can I? How can I watch from these heights? My spring-silhouetted eyes Caged a..

A voice in permanence spoke lightly My eyes gazed easily over the abstract district Morning patterns Dutifully..

She As none before Gleams a silence A varied seed Nestled under murk Guided by writThe hardened pen Her faith w..

Fyodor waits inside the parlor A fin of port slowly poured ThenDeep voices are skillfully eased The coy cante..

They coiled like serpents from the copse Thoughts tangled Souls thorn tore and bleeding in hate Everyman A coward Weeping Everyma..

I awoke copper clean The canvas still filled with wet dreams of alligator A remote dusting of wanna bel..