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There is nearly always
an explanation for the silence:/
of stars, embarrassed hope, time’s contumely./ Always too the questions beside themselves,/quicker than our nimble moves to unbutton/their too tight fitting constrictions./After loss especially
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Someday, the Grim Reaper, wrapped in hooded cowl, the thorny stem of a red rose clenched between his teeth, will climb up the garden trellis to my bedroom window
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who can quite say/when careless talk & confidence/slips into that other charged thing/so minimal at first
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Killzone patrolled alone that cold, winter night. His thoughts revolving around her. Walking as if he was chasing her shadow. Eventually, he came across a transit station. He then realized he had no ride, and was very tired from walking. Only option was to take the…
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"To feed the wrong fire, is to burn the house in the wrong forest."
-Shan Shaikh
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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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He charged into the house with great might, swinging the door open so hard the nails on the hinges were pulled right off.
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"Hey, how long we staying in this death yard man? I'm getting the creeps just looking at these graves."
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He awoke, suddenly, as he felt the drops of sweat running down his face.Dehydration derived from the sweltering heat. He pulled the sheets away and sat on the foot of his bed. It was pitch black in the room. He thought about what woke him; a dream he had. The dream…
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They had a fleet of 45 battle cruisers, 3 command ships, and over 450 soldiers heading towards the city of Drayka. Killzone's squad was one of the 5 forwarding squads, meaning they would be one of the first ones to set foot on the battlefield. Killzone's orders were…
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He rose up from the ground, already feeling the headache left from the fall. He tasted blood. It was coming from his nose and lip.
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If this isn’t Paradise, what is?/ Your own eyes wide with/ the imagination, the knowing,/ the not-knowing of it all.
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The wind was rushing through the island like a comb gliding through thick, and dense hair.A dark flash striking the ocean with amazing speed. The ocean was fighting within itself. The waves pushed and pulled, creating white caps that went past the city.
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He went to sleep that night with one thought. He said it aloud, to make sure the island heard as well. Cuddled into his tarp and weeds, he whispered, "When you need me, I'll be ready."
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