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there are days when we used speak in the sideways galleries of our mind the desperate faces of our fellow kind rotating in the sepulcher that guided the way but then there was a crash and we felt...

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the smog settles on the crust a full fledged blanket contents hunkered down shocked and full broken a full fledged blanket a full metal jacket they layers feature a millennium a continuum of trus...

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we choose a path our tied hands feel the grip; taught against our skin we search searching for the knot to undo our demise we struggle against the firmness of it’s grasp wearing weak our wrists b...

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I walked over to the car and asked her “are you feeling alright?” “yes, but I need to lay down, do you mind?” Taking her hand, light and soft The bed is made upstairs The path is marked by the l...

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