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personification hurriedly trieson three ways of narration,in the bathroom stall of afast food restaurant.the disused rapidity of aflushing cycle.the v..
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there's something abouta cardinal, flitting acrosssaturated woodchips aftera downpour.as if throwing back air in alooksy of: fly.whose tree cover tant..
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sometimes there's an existentpersuasion, that shadowsindividually blend in, As.that is--they enter.you know they've entered,having conjured them, toow..
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spider-cracked horn rimglasses, wrapped thicklywith scotch tape.bracing for the next fall.placed on a two thousandpage tome with blank pages.
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an entourage of black & white monstersrabidly collapse--on a mall's glassy floor.itching away at pixelation, retaining theright to crudity.the mall's ..
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a six story door,made of compressed wood--darkish brown.upright & unhinged.shantytown openness.riddled with keyholes to thedegree of porousness.no..
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a dot.the tip of aserpent's tail nestledbetween its tongue.razzing.have you a coiledpebble--a blizzard parsingits skin smoothly.vestigial colorations,..
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an optician runs a light overa butterfly, enmeshed withmulch.a shaft of light emitted fromforest ground, that the sunknows nothing of.no more prescien..
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low tide looks down--as seaweedwashes its hair out.broken bottles blowing glass, tothe unclamped chipping of seashells.sludgy sand mixing the reaction..
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Leucothea applies Bavarian creamto her paired slit, tending to it withthe waning crescent of no moon.as oval handheld mirrors base thetrim of their me..
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