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The wiles of his anonymity are so deceiving.
An apogee of sin
but I am blind.
What a wilful warlock. Away, away sweet nuisance!
Why must we a..
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A forked tongue wriggling in baited breath,
As she shed bonds,
Unnecessary snake skin,
Patriarchal yes.
But with streaming eyes he mourns for,..
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A body of glass,
Beautifully blown with gentle hands.
A pensive nature gassing them,
Drunk and drowsy.
Stumbling, rambling, twitching like fiery..
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It begins with the most simple of beings,
But Banshee always finds us; sprinkling little crumbs of misery upon pure things.
To be shut up in a cag..
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Dear anonymity,
Years go by and each day you wrap me in a thick cotton copse. I am grateful, I promise, but I still push you away and send you to s..
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My Body,
a vessel.
Uprooted,
Upturned,
by the waves, the waves.
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Born in a pond, of seaweed beds and watery skies she swam to the surface of a cloth ocean. Swimming to the sky air rushed into her gills and life fade..
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Claws scraping,
grazing,
scratching,
those terrible wounds.
Salty tearsdrip, drop,
Filming scorched eyes.
Bulbous windows of horror,
Tightl..
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The day Sparrow soared through fields and woods, twittering of his presence, Spring sang its blossoming song. She awakened from the abject sleep of ..
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I wriggle,
I slip,
I struggle,
In this thicket of opulent quilts,
Tying me down. Get off!
Small little footsteps. I reach the window.
Grime st..
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