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  • She told him he was a train once, when they woke up in her sheets one Sunday morning. He seemed to understand, like someone had told him that before. He ...
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  • I don't know anymore... I guess I'm just waiting till I get the balls to do it. To swallow the pills, enough of them, all of them. I just want ...
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  • it's only 11pm and it's been exactly 11 hours and 41 minutes since i saw you last i want a kiss and a cuddle up in bed i want you ...
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  • I read The Birth of Heracles and above me moves the blood moon, a sliver of brightness slowly being eaten by rusty red roundness. I need to write before it ...
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  • Dear Friend, Do you feel it, that sweetness in the air? It's called hope. I've been writing poems everyday and sometimes it's a chore but sometimes it's an invitation for ...
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  • In the era of confusion I stand straight and meditate. Keep the high of the flowing buzz from withing and feeling myself expand to another form of human living. The ...
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  • "Do you know anyone who died?" asked Cait. "Only the bugs," replied Nellie. She drew in the dirt with a stick. "I'm probably getting some now." "What kind of bugs ...
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  • It is the beginning of a new stage in my life, a dayly work of writing something new. Many could think it is an deadly attempt to boost my creative ...
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  • Thirty four years after graduating from a small town high school that bore an achingly uncanny resemblance to the script from the film "Dazed and confused", I drove the two ...
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  • There is a stain upon your skin, a bruise. The edges are lilac, but the centre is a deep midnight blue. I run my fingers over it and feel the ...
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