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The light strikes the retina Of my left, unblinded eye That draws unto it the energies...
Drive home the hands of one who vanished So far away and long ago Chattering teeth and eyes...
The shudder surged across my skin Like mercury upon a surface This peace is haunting
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I swear I heard the spilled blood deliver a homily When the faces hung, white, like eidolons...
i am the shade of grey the in-between tide of eternal ending day a sentinel a monolith...
Like hips swaying in a beautiful tango His warm breath against my neck His scent tantalizing...
Your death of conscience was preceded by the grace of every beautiful murder that snaked its way into this...
Her spine became the earth From which reached the limbs of spider smiles Vines and hair...
Something stirs beneath the surface of me A remainder, forgotten by the division of the hands of...
He looked fine to me; he knew we were homies, if something was wrong...
He knew I was always there...
I fade it into darkness when the question... what do you want to do for a living is asked, āāI wanna be a...
Ok so last year in may I finally found my biological father, apparently he owns his own landscaping tree...