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there really is no man in the moon marvelous mushroom malevolence spreads dark clouds fungus fallen from the sky, why? proven p..

storm window dream the snow screams against my window the icy stares of yesterday's love now an accumulation of painful retros..

the consequence of buzz typing and extended prose siphoning the innuendos between stanzas you poem-ed my best intentions into your..

writing snow blind sniffing cocaine in Spokane white christmas in july of 1991 coming completely undone the table lines bein..

the bookends of life and death tambourines rattle like the conclusion of a diamondback stories within the swiveling body of..

that odd shade of green the forecast is empty weather map is a blank board of trust love skipped through a rain filled puddle ..

aisles, i'll's, and isles between imagine if a touch didn't ignite if lips met, there was just indifference if words of sent..

still life's pulse intimate thoughts blush your skin reflected in my eye's imagination i draw pictures on the canvas of my heart ..

spinster's daydream spools of ecstasy unwound knitted sighs of passion emerge something formed, reversible a scarf of sensualit..

Becoming and thus he finds solace in a cloudburst the rain could be his own tears multiplied infinitely his flesh now sits burned ..