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and hebowed far too low
so that the brim of his hat
brushed the swept dirt of the floor;
his grin was something else,
a cross between ..
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knees locked, duck-footed,
slack-jawed, nose turned skyward,
gazing with dismay
at the two ton giant
who, previously, had been meander..
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sirens wail in the distance,or perhaps the foregroundas the motley crewof teenage miscreantsapproaches the towering building.comforting red plus signe..
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muttered breaths,
mumbling cries,
murmuring conversations,
spoken right next to your ear.
youawake drowsiliy,
half-heartedly,
but ..
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prattle along now,don't swallow your tongue,too long it isfor your large mouth,anyways.it would get lost inside,and you look beautifulas you move,void..
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chattering on, aimlessly,
and not stopping for pause,
telling a story,
repeatedly,
and walking atop anyone
or thing who would c..
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beautiful,
the roses were,
i bent into them again,
burying myself and inhaling their musky scent,
soft and murmering of a future,
mel..
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and that sleek little car always reminds me of you,
black and shining and smooth,
though yours is older now.
broken, and sold to so..
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i had always itched at the sight of snailsand slugsand most everything else on the ground,fearing them so creepy and crawly thatall else ceased to mat..
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something of a glint in his eye,
grease for hair
and
cheese for a smile.
swagger for a walk,
strut, preen.
Narcissus was les..
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