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Crimson dawn cloaks the starlit night,devoured flesh canvassed fright.Memories flash,as moment’s lapse.Feelings trapped,my love gasped.
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Here I am, my raging clitoris on parade.
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He was a killer but they didn't know anything about him.
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... her hair spills like spinach all the way down to her backpack, the top pocket where the bowl and the cinnamon estrange themselves from the coffee.
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I don't understand now's dislike of the mini deaths. The daily deaths that happen all around you. Skin shedding cells, fallen hairs clinging like cobwebs to a fuzzy coat, the crescent moon of a clipped nail, the tooth twisted at school till it falls on…
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Hope was beauty before I even knew what beauty was with her golden pigtails, brilliant blue eyes and an infectious smile — even after Jamie Delano flung his Frisbee, knocking out Hope’s two front teeth.
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Our bodies bounced like bumper cars through the red-eyed rush.
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He looked at the floor to avoid the sight of her painted lips.
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You wake, search rooms for sounds of need.
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It has been years since last you
dipped down that marker
in our praxis of (mis)perceiving
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...she sets aside her cane and reaches up to weigh a giant pupa in her palms as it hangs clustered with its mates, fantastic table grapes depended from a trellis on the ceiling.
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We aren't designed for darkness. Something deep inside of us, something much older and deeper than us is telling us to move away, get to warm, because if we don’t, come winter we will die.
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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I could smell a bold combination of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and sex excreting from her weathered pores. The bus engine hummed as we climbed a winding road. She scratched her neck and tried to finger comb through her knotted hair. I caught a glimpse of
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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