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My world is in fluorescence;Cold, artificial, and hospital-esque.I search for meaning within the confinesOf a four-by-three; decorate the wallsWith pa..
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Hands on white keys, soft eyes on me -How they smiled with the flow of melodies.You wished the stars would hold their breath, and the sun would cease ..
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Flash Fiction
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A tiny star fell on my hand one evening, a little while before I turned eighteen. It did not hurt me. It was the softest, shiniest, most beautiful, mo..
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I can no longer tell night from day,A blur of colors, of time ticking, sand fallingdown and rising up and up and up,And the grains vanishing, and reap..
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You say that wordsShould fall on me like rain,Should sweep by me like wind,And I, like stone, should merely stand,Unperturbed and unbecoming.
You wis..
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PrincessI wake belowStraight aurora raysUnder an African summer.You, my princess,Gently smile.I fly aboveThe glaciers of ManilaRight beside Paris.You,..
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On men, romance, nakedness, and time.
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A draft
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A lover and a sin.
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