You write mystery
I heard- Poetry- that is
the same difference.
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Doom and Bloom
And we wake up to a new day, the world crumbling around us. We try to put the pieces together, nothing makes sense- or fits- and yet everyt...
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1. Of my Soul a street is: Preternatural Pic- abian tricktrickclickflidk-er garner of starfish Picasso... -
Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two. The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it. In California... -
This world is not for breath for feelings also come and go. As hard and light as Push and pull Go. Busy hands and bees-electricity, alter...
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