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Tired eyesshame envelops her body, like gauzeshoulderblades dripping with chagrin, a tattered pair of wings.Freckles dot her nose, a miniature map,san..
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One day my breath will catchin my throat, foreverand my blood will run coldand although I will feeleverythingslipping through my fingersI will be para..
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The dawn of Octoberstains my palmshow the nicotine stains your teeth.The cinnamon leavesstorm aboutraking your dusty lashes, like stalks of fruit.Oche..
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Time is spentunfolded,melting into itself.Roots, like an oak,extend from me,a tired stretch.They coil themselvesaround you,catching your skin.A sluggi..
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