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the draft of forensics incriminating evidence, heart palpitations screaming skin, moist the tears of yesterday absorbed ..

night life daughter of darkness too many daddy's to speak of, some with slight hand some with heavy hand she has the scars of the street ..

standing taller white trees the dark silt beneath--- cold front comes in freezing rain of conscience that soil st..

butterfly eyes small pane slender frame of reference she remembers them all a widow still clingingto..

Down Payment on a Mortgage insanity is moving into a new house the moving van is tilted at an odd angle the furniture is glaz..

favorite songs and other knick-knacks you left grief stains on my heart a graffiti of emotions, artwork with delusional surrea..

resonant angles i read your affluent affectations and my own words committed suicide by preposition of, to, in and un..

photo-shopped engravings looping in love struck circles odd heart shapes knowing glances with girls i knew before dancin..

the Man and me if he had been a writer, too would Father have referred to my writing as "just passable" "deplorable" "..

Re-sod i'm an ache in the grass a figure of shadow denouncing a majority's sun a blade of indifference in a perfect l..