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It had been over three months since he’d left his home and started to walk. He’d kept a journal to begin with, but his book soon ran out of batteries. It was that sort of thing that had irked Neil at the start, but now he’d just let it slide down his back
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And a delicacy
in the right regrets.
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I am tired of playing the old game: Saying something old in a new way. So let me do the opposite:
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She realised that things you can't prove can be more intimate than the things you know to be true.
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As you pump the brakes to the cadence of the song, you look at me.
Whoever says brown eyes are mundane, has never seen your eyes that day.
Everything changes, almost instantly, with those eyes and that faint glimmer I feel only I could see.
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You could not only hear, but feel the pulse of thundering traffic from a flyover that arced a quarter of a mile from the communal lobby of unpolished floors, multiple letterboxes and dehydrated ferns in various plaster pots.
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With gum stuck to my shoe . . .
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on the far shore, in the vineyards
timed charges explode like the sun catching on fire
it scares crows away from the grapes
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the wicked and the hush'd
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Q: Tell me briefly about how you got into the death industry.
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He’d tossed and turned all night, pondering what to do, afraid she was living alone. He’d decided to email her two words: “Love you” and signed it “Scary Sal,” as she’d always seemed so afraid of him.
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She knew she had missed a step as her body rolled down the stairs. Panic set in as the world flew by her at lightening speed. Would she survive?
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When i close my eyesI see the faces of the deadI hear their voices The things they said, their laughter The ones i thought would live forever!! Something got them though: the ones who lived fastIt was a drug, some bullets, a disease I thought they would live forever!!Those…
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I ordered biscuits and gravy
at the Sunset Grill,
Just before the Amber Alert
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I write poems as if language matters.
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