Ganymede Hieracosphinx
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Life in the RedsA Poem by Ganymede HieracosphinxLeaning against the counter where the spoons are, as you know some green stick was lit now the fumes are born with these lips crescents with bends we .. |
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Trees of My JupiterA Story by Ganymede Hieracosphinx12:11 AM Sunday, Jan 13, 2013 Heat squats in the diner, fumbling around like a lost crumb in between the cushions of a Victorian sofa.. And there she .. |
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simply littleA Poem by Ganymede Hieracosphinxsand and warped hands cupped between another Monday petals of our in-between |