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Friday, in the brisk winged winter's light, I watch over our sky, bleeding insoft gray memory. Your sheltering touch, your slow hand silked lace, as l..
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Skype…vodka...A piano bar...Freshly warmed paper... Gloves fade their white into cold snowed angels … Cups of intrepid coffee... Urban ..
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In this sovereign night I hear you calling out my name, November… Stars, as always so lightly lilted through the frail and curtained eyes. Your..
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This moldering threshold 'pon the hoof of my door
It slithers
Mutates
Spins into the faceI recognize,Once a terra cotta,
The arr..
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It
was hinged on manifold, rue and scarlet fate, pooling in the young maiden’s hand.
Ghastly hewed,I
scarcely dimmed where the sound and soul..
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It astounds;emitting from the quiet hillsAnd I knowI am not ready,In the grassy marshI sense your elegance following meYour ..
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You ask, “Why does this not kill me?” I reply, “Consider nightfall; why does it suffer so a peaceful birth,day illume nothing into t..
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What have we done in the fair vanity ofmockery; in factums parasitical, Our days spent in chambers, Foolish hounds and straddled electric means;Bla..
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You lived your hours as a falling leaf, Pinned by Panthera's flame. You found your door and stumbled aware into darkness, Y..
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She was waiting in a coat of indescribable bliss, hovered with the oak and old maggoty skies, walking hand under wound through long spindled weaves. H..
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