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trembling trapdoor ceases.stiff fingers enclose the splintery surfaceand smash the
pricks to pieces.
“I … I am … I am fre..
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At night we gyrate amid the greenery to shake wildly with mirth in the brisk autumnal chill, flushed and flustered and weary, dancing with each..
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Homeward boundin the snowy hillsides,I spot an unlit town sleepingbeneath sheets of whiteand sheets of sadness.The ice is a hindrance,and the town see..
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Warm-skinned and lithe dancer,she stuns the tongue to the point of numbness.And a brisk breeze, deep like the water wells,scampers 'neath the undergro..
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I've nary a penchant for crumpets and tea.But rather a simple trickle of skin,milky and smooth and soft like a pillow,a simple remnant of life before ..
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Waiting for your arrival, I sit idle at the train station.A whistle blows in the distance, but the wind is all that I hear.And it seems for a secondth..
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I riddled the thought of your return with a thousand burning leaves in some old brown bag.Yet your body sat ornatein such pristine clarity that it cou..
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