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linking
Deep underground prospects at the river-crook of my arm, where we buried charcoal with our melted-together clay-pot palms in the ...
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everything else was water
There you are, in your red shirt, under the fire-berry sun of summers gone. The pixeled silence of photography mocks ...
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"arachnophobia" or "the regret of a species&q
You sprang from storybooks, accompanied by the planar shadows of imagination. But I lost you like a spider somewhere along ...
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Waiting for Mandi
It’s been. One of those. Weeks. But more than those, usually, they’re not this bad – though, as Kendra, my ...
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running along the train-tracks (mature language)
Today is a day for yesterday's music and beat; for tasting my own lips where my heart pounded after you ...
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hitherto untitled (apologies for that)
Your horizon-curve smiling cheeks fill with the pink dashes on the front of a postcard. (Weather's here, wish you were ...
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blue girl
the non-tabbing-formatting-lackofoption is killer in this. regardless. thanks for reading If my blue-colored girlfriend told me today that you had ...
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hand in hand - a graduation song
this is the first end of many though it's the last one here and as we learn to say a ...
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the day, when back was in
there once was a mongolian barbecue where two old ladies sat in their rocking chairs to drink steam tea every ...