I thought that to be unjust was better than to be untrue
but now I am not so sure.
The sun is hitting the roofs
and they are glaring at me, at an angle
as the shadows are bound to disappear
as the morning continues.
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No More Masters
The bones are really breaking inside of me and I have no one left to conceive of no imagination to dry up no silence to feign I have no fore...
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...