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she watched the sunrise this morninglanguid and pinkher whole selfunfurling like a morning glory's blossomopening to worship the sunits homey warmth d..
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when i was a little girlmonsters lived inside the wallsand the closet was a place i knewheld myriads of unknown dangers in the nightafter all, didn't ..
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today i followed the tributariesembedded in my skin,played alan quartermain with native guidesclimbed pale hued jungle chasmsand forded fleshtoned str..
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croon your words into my earsmake each syllable a lullaby for lossfloat them into my melancholy fuguewhisper it soft, tremble it inside mecouch your s..
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he held my heart in the palm of his hand. it glowed there, redly, molten, fiercely it looked brave and beautiful invincible, one could say..(even ..
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the moment was a day's worth of silence...she sat,an unopened half-read edition of "Cider House Rules"prone in her lapas she satthe sunlight's capture..
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i haven't been broken yeteven though many seemto enjoy the attemptmuch like smashing bouldersinto fresh ice, just to hear the shatter
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a collab done with my dear friend alan p. kelly.. with whom i have written 3 other pieces
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i want to stomp in mudpuddleswaving orange flagsto show fealty toan as yet unborn worldpop-tarts and cold ginwhiskeycup remembrancesof childhood dream..
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she acheswith the knowledgeof the empty spaces that existbetween her narrow fingersthe spaces, now chasms,where oncethey were the bridgeto her other s..
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