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unwelcome by my soul, the feeling still remains. a greasy green troll sits grinning in my favorite chair. doubts, like sting- ing flies, swarm ..

warm waves of friendship abloom, laughter is drunk and singing too loud. but, grace is our only language in this magical slum. as happy shadows ..

went to buy breakfast eggs from a retired ninja at the deformed purple market on Sapodilla wanted to learn more about full contact haiku but he..

artful deviance flicker-tongues naked gloom of flotsam heads schooling on bedlam tide. we are ghostly serpents hidden in sunset calm. cresting rive..

first kiss electricity, spaces between faces aflame! (love crows!) aflame! fist in flight, inches from nasal destructive impact! (unfound..

it’s not the type of murder that makes the nightly news. I only kill the ones who own hidden parts of me that they refuse to openly share..

my crisis has a touch screen, so that I can pick at the boils of my beautiful illness from across the mapped plague. but, my childhood won't sl..

riding remission; Golgatha to Easter. a withered reflection shines Lazarus beams. zero eyes can’t re-master this big b*****d mirror; s..

ugliest thought I’ve ever had. How long will I have been dead before you forget what my lips feel like when they gently scrape the softest..

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