Silence the long lost friend
the quiet breath of the earth
as she sighs
giving me all and leaving nothing behind
cream colored wall paper
falling off in chunks
to show the wood underneath
with all its wormholes
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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 ...