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i am tripped and stumbled by the sly feet of trees, clumsily i land in the faces of horrified flowers, who clearly prefer the bre..

is the ground i walk consecrated simply because i see my shadow? like when god saw his creation, or is it the s..

if you forget me, no matter who else remembers, i will not have lived.

saw a lady with a dog. she gave commands and he obeyed. that dog was smart. she only spoke chinese.

i have a shadow in my closet. i refuse to let him roam. i close the blinds, keep shut the light i will not give him home. ..

i walked along the shore my shadow walked upon the water why more god like than me?

i wonder if my shadowsees me the sameor if he prefers the slimmer, darkerappiritionthat the sidewalk displaysand fears the clouds no less

well ‘im back, your next big heartbreak; i was away longer than expected, but here i am, didya miss me? it’s too b..

it’s just a child, another soul with one more tempted chance to make the passage. unknown father, mother missing the..

in conversation with myself, memory is precise, (more or less), and i am seldom mistaken for someone else, i am original; i..