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Rough steel points towards god,grey waters house grey fish,tired faces guide old shipswhile screaming gulls flail above.Seasoned men trim salt-kissed ..
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my hands were trembling as i thought“will this change me forever, this tiny little piece of paper?” it did.i put it on my tongue and waite..
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There was no noise. How odd.I always thought the silence was broken--shattered by the slow groaningof old floorboards, and the oxidized cries while th..
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My commanding officers told me they were bad, and I believed them.Ten years ago, at a time when I was so young, so impressionable, I saw them crash pl..
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A double villanelle about addiction.
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All the men from back in townbegged of me to heed their warningand not make my home in the middle of the wood.They spoke of stories both childish and ..
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I may live in a coop, But I am not cooped up.I don’t have wings, or feathers, or a beak on my face,but I am free range�"because out..
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