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Monthly Archives: September 2011
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Quick flame and quicker lives. Ha ha. Get it?The edges bifurcate like perdition -a series of choices, as you read it,danced past your eyes as the last division:So you’re stuck, on a flame in a wax lake, blue like the depths of the undreamt ocean,n… Continue reading
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Vagrancy. The page spills as I tear it, the ink trickles and I cannot hear it, though I see it. I dream it. I wear it. The page fills as these old words get near it: Dot dot dot. I’s and T’s, hooks and crooks and hope to die. This hope too high to… Continue reading
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