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Listen to chickadees. Join / LinkedIn.
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The mystery of the black garden is cloaked in violent clouds of steam and fire. I can smell the charred remains of orphaned streets and frozen underpasses. The quivering bodies of petrol blood walk beneath the shadows of the…
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12852
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Compose yourself children...
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2130
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(un mort petit)
If I told you
the moment of death
is just that,
a moment
nothing more
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The wind walks in the silence of rusty iron bands. Beneath the fortress lies red, disfigured hands of the cupola. Monks lived here long ago. They woke up early with the music of silent bells. Now their souls live here in…
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There was nothing on the lake but a / faint sailboat and a shadowy gull.
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It’s like playing chess in a room without lights.
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99294
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My dad / always had a fondness for Raleigh’s kind of loss
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66630
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Time is the / gravy of the bloody roast beef of / emptiness.
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100410
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What chaos comes from / insufficiency? What else can calcify dreams?
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97641
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I believe in scouring the sea with spears
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not enough of us / destroy / what we create
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9411
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I stepped into / a snow bank in Pennsylvania and sank / in over my head.
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7453
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A yellow chick / hatched in my heart. I had a vision / of King Gorboduc.
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I stare, out a dirty window, / into the sanitary blackness.
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