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#1The light years have gone eclipsed by curtains and defiled windows: rain streaked soiled and baked altered reality. Baby's Breath turned to mulch festers. Books piled one atop the other you smile: a load-bearing wall…
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I don’t think it takes a savant to realize death and taxes are inevitable, but as in many situations, it’s better to say the obvious first then wait around for someone else to steal your genius.
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She would watch me walk past three houses to the corner deli. My grandmother. A deli on a street filled with beautiful old Victorians. That was when I was barely 10. She’d watch every step there and each back to make sure no one abducted me I suppose.
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Oh, but we have lost-- such treasured souls, at immeasurable costs. Oh, but we do moan and cry-- such treasured souls, no tangible, useable reasons why. Oh, but we whose hearts do bleed-- such treasured souls, we…
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He awoke with a start. Unable to go back to sleep he lay there in the dark with his eyes open. The pit in his stomach, brought on by anxiety and grief, made him realize he'd been putting it off for too long. He arose from bed in the silvery glow of pre-dawn to attend…
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He was hauled in on a white cloth, pulled up by four men on each corner. Killzone wondered why the cloth was white. It made it too obvious he was bleeding. He didn't want his men to see his wounds. None of them. But, even heroes bleed. He was zoning in and out of…
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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Sometimes he was too rough, but that's how relationships progress, right?
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Fall wildfire follows with leaves burning like embers of red, yellow, auburn and brown. She loved the view. Lisa Hill requested main floor access for her doctor, medical staff, and finally hospice where it seemed an appropriate choice for comfort and ca
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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Sylvie grew up with ruins for playgrounds.
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When they arrived at the base it was a quarter passed twelve in the afternoon. The sun sat right above the city. Rays of hope and triumph reflected off of Class 3 Assault Rifles and military vehicles capable of packing enough punch to put a hole in your motivation.…
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