Take me home, sweet statue of stone,
your smooth skin beckons my hand to rise from my side
and strike your thousand-year-old cheek.
The stripes from my human sweat
leave a mark on the calm marble
while my heart races.
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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 ...