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It’s stings at the insides of my nose Coarse, stagnant scent Desert(ion) of red A place in half-empty overturned glass My world is crimsom tinted Alight and on fire A ...

Wide and Quaking Blue Mention something In painless prose To remind me who she’s wandering away from Lanking gloriously at half-assed fancy cocktail parties With a martini in one hand ...

Reste ici une moment I am drowning in dreams Because those eyes can’t be real Abstracted and perfectly wild There’s nothing tame about you, you know I saw how you ...

He wasn't. Pyromania Arsen burning black paper coffins bleached blue In his kindergarten classroom At the tender age of two Round the witching month A couple days, beyond the witching ...

There is an orange grove…. down the way I used to squeak into on craptastic department store wheels With flimsy blond all around my head and in my face So ...

Zakei’s took off in a stoner’s hippie van, his only bag cow’s clothing, echo. A toothbrush, a bathing suit, some underwear a couple of twenty-dollar bills. His black trenchcoat, filled ...

Étrange The water from the tap is black, I sink in and I’m silent. The ripples are empty and echo. I have a feeling that the soap is washing nothing ...