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L’Amour Sanglante
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A Balmy Night
We choose the starling over the rooster, the apricot over the plum. In sum the tastes of one are from long striving to understand what composes an identity to fill out as your own. There are paintings I “enjoy” though I know not why. The compatibility of vision is perhaps unknowable. Describe this wine without…
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Waiting for Rain
Let me see you dive. Call Friday if you have a clue. Liquid refreshments arrive & peace reigns. Nonflammable renovations hover outside. I ponder where this goes in the stream of flings. What to choose & when arrives. Outside the cosmos wink at us. Plastic cups are filled & the party continues. No way out…
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Rhyme TIme
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Karma
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The Bush Years
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WINTER
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Pointed
Her painted strokes pointed like fangs splattering poisonous images across a subterranean canvass, soaking it with the smell of death. Unable to understand the betrayal forming inside the corridors of her mind, she carefully became careless while lust dripped from the cracks in her frailty, filling the floor below with torrid thoughts of temptation. In…
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Bush Regime
We walk, blindly, dividedly, seperate. Thats why we can’t get together on the economy, people focused on hitting the lottery. Its sodomy on the society. We getting fucked on all angles, straight up strangled, chewed up and mangled by all these government organizations. Its hell on earth and wheres satan. Were facing a financial meltdown…
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Broken
So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly slipping from the sky she turned back in time. Her sad sigh filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she…