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She Writes

we

for the beauty of the day
we wept
huddled mass
one, singular in thought
we
moving the sky
holding the sea
surrounded by this
us
a moment
clarity
the night never peaking
the people spoke, sunlit lips
diversity of companions
our guide the rush of air
streaming the connection
one, singular in thought

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The F Word

fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
Always the cliche

and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
Rise

He speaks with a purpose that dema… with soft, soliloquy of word to sh… the emulsification, the blood of b… and women carrying the weight of m… Storyteller. Anthropologist.
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I dream the taste of purple

eyes awaken, asleep. I dream the taste of purple I dream the touch of you. I dream of tall grass fields on my… shuddering in magnificent breath.
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waning never was

the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
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The skin around their eyes, a canyon

She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…
mine

there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...
had i been a painter

base of an eggshell in a portrait of painting she is pure canvas had I been a painter she would direct turpentine
smooth and same

his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing
Stalemate

starlight sings silver catalyst for dreams the woosh of the window unit roars with smokey tang on my lips, I shi… shoulder to door pane, perceptions…
my heart has rooms that sigh

my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
this moment sparkles

there is a chamber there is a heart we dream it we taste it ours, unconditionally
with aching, dull shard

it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled
Simply a blank page

it was a blank page. Her hardened gaze caused no words to appear. No flourishing language to embellish the explanation.No distractions to explain the lack of written monologue. Not even...
mirror, mine

his exit, his entrance stars in solemn shades countdown in pink orbs we, burning out suns commencing solitude



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