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on smooth center of shaky momentdances angelic tragedy,singing shapeless howl;bleeding viral emotionher new winter has a defOrmity;a quiet slope of so..
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If I were to seek truth without bias or belief system; if I were able to set aside my racial identity, learned prejudices, gender biases, religious be..
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(!ding!)
sugary lights!
bright snaking hues of dull
brea(king) news has broken free.
s/he’s tearing god eyes from devil ewes,
..
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I like to argue.
Today, I told an apple that, secretly, I was an orange so she’d dig
right through my sweetness, and test my bitter see..
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hungry enough
to be eaten,
peachy pain howls
icy bruises
through spotless
salmon lips
egg-eyed angst roars
a longhaired
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your hatred
wears old school shades,
and waltzes
with shadows,
but I see
him
peeping through
your keyhole
pupils,
I hear hi..
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"if you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything"
Mark Twain
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just met a friendly
creep at the coffee shop.
he speaks,
and space bends.
we tumble from here to there
too quickly to be secure.
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my dancing
dream
had a
choking nightmare.
one
pinkish morning,
she shared
her fresh pain
over stale
coffee:
something neur..
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just a thought that grew legs as I wrote itdown
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