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I was thinking about my friend Victoria Selene Skye Deme today. It's not an uncommon line of thought.

for the dead roads paved in golden epitaph no longer flesh left for lungs with breath to rake yesterday's we only fade throug..

People need a compass. Moral or other wise a compass never lies.

grief can be a shadow skulking even on the most persistent of warmest day where sunshine literally bleaches everything right down..

Your mind is guillotine sharp and shiney. I'm an old boy scout, motto: be prepared, and I'm here to tell yet another ghost if I weren'..

This poem belongs to Victoria Selene Skye Deme. Rest in Peace, Surreal Queen.

beryllium be the colour of thine eyes. atomic optics are easy memories they linger on still simmering flesh on every yes ever expressed ..

With gratitude to Ed Hart

i am always knocked so down and out for count cold to firmament dead six billion useless doornails worth of crucified lies can't murder..

birds do not complain when they pass away they die quietly and while i know even birds would prefer to pass in the comfort of company..