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I eat my heart, I eat my heart, I eat my heart; share with me my ruby bane.
Here, here, late kiss in dark air; late last grasp of heaven’s black and silent mane.
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Lead Tester David Walker watches from the observation room as 18-year-old Amy Takahashi interviews with Lead Tester Melody Standish for an internship at a family-owned video game company.
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I walked up to the bar and sat down on the empty stool.“You don't want to sit there,” said the bartender.“Oh? Why not?” I replied.“It's haunted.”I laughed, but then stopped when I saw he was not laughing with me.“You're…
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The poems arrive/
spectral post
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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,
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When you live in a place a long time, sometimes you love it and then you hate it. But get enough years down the track and you don’t even notice it anymore. That’s because it’s not out there anymore, it’s wormed its way into you, shaped you, the grey mush
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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Your laugh used to startle the nurses.
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I wrapped my arms around each of them
ran my hands over their face, and kissed
their lips. "Why are they dreaming?" I asked.
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He woke to scents of lavendertied in a lilac ribbon,flowers on his pillowa soft hand at his cheek.She whispered love forever And his life fell apart. Morning spoke of love refound,sunlight sailed across the roombut dreams of softest momentsmelted in the…
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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Amir was a ghost, and he was terrible at it. No one had taught him how to be a ghost. There was no orientation, no welcome packet, no handbook. Ghosts started in limbo with only a name, and nothing else.
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