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she is ancient and full of weight,sheand she has always been my fateshe is the shadow that knows my namethe one beside me that walksthe one behind me ..
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metaphorical dialogue with a negative person
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Deep purple vapor slides along my wrists, leaving little dips of longing.Violet smoke slips between my lips, trailing into my head and into my heart.I..
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you made my nest out of poison plantsbrand new skin so quickly made oldfeathers of fear so hastily sewnout of the nest into free fallyou thought I wou..
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I have a beautiful, dream-like memory woven into the electrical chutes and ladders of my psyche.
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When the hands become reptilian,with a distinct sheen that slips down the wrist,and the blood goes cold without the sun..You know it's inside youLurki..
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My mother used a lot of bleach.Enough bleach to burn holes right through me.She'd see the stains in me, the stains in her.She'd drizzle some d..
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A piece reflecting the feeling of longing.
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Speckles of steam splinter on my wrists.
I feel molten droplets sitting on the tip of my nose,
the skin on the tops of my thighs burns red.
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A boy with all his warmth to give,followed a cold, slicing wind.An olive green glance he gave,with a face that begged to be a man.A girl who seemed to..
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