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Christopher Riles was not a dishonest man.
Or, at least, that’s what he told himself as the
cashier swi..
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I want to see you without that band t-shirt.
I want to strip your ripped jeans away,
Your layers of cotton and denim,
Those tattered shoes..
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Dip your fingers in an ink made of flames.
Calligraphy across the blushing terrain of my back,
Dancing like fiery tunnels of wind alon..
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Dreamlike sand. Soft enough
To the fingertips, like sugar, but
Soft enough to make me wonder. Am I
Alive?
The sky is blue, too b..
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Life is an empty mug, hollow and cold. Then
With sudden warmth
Pour in a boiling stream of coffee.
The gla..
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Never seen the bars of a cage.RecklessChasing ancient and primal virtueThe freedom of wind,The strength of mountain crests,The harmony of thousands of..
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Bi-lingual, but translation included.
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There are two kinds of hunger.Survival hunger andThe hunger for reassurance.Survival hunger is midnight skinAnd coffee eyes,Reaching out desperately t..
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I know you've got knivesSo go ahead and use them,There are thorns hidden up your sleeves,I can see,I am not weak but I know thatThere is no escaping m..
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