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Here I sit with this house and we rot like termites eat timber each day a little softer each day thinner at the edges, at the places ..

Like death flesh laid like dust until touch like brush against almost dead skin like a brush like the blush red re..

She was gray like her eyes like that one night likea dove she wasgrayand she slipped in and out like breath she was gray she is Beautiful in my ..

The virus hangs like fog off that Salt Sea and they ride the spike like they ride that yellow dash, crossing it over and over they laugh they..

This world a maelstrom, this world the wind that blows or rain that falls from a sky heavy with disapproval to puddle at ..

What is want but a bone of contention, what is lust but the salt of the sea what is this lonely connection between the thud of de..

Like any ghost once this owned bones, it drank it laughed, it danced, sang and moaned like all things it grew weary of its body, li..

I feel small now where yesterday I felt I walked much taller, cast a much wider shadow but today, today I realize I’m small ..

For EEC, forever may he sleepWo man she wor ks her way in get s under your sk in like Cum ings implied spi ed at your word s like..

Jim I once so badly wanted to be you I wore your clothes and I tried to throat your rasp and couldn’t ever quite make it the same, you,..