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like a pebble plunged into pond,
the pale vestige splattered on the metal tray,
leaving a string of bitter fume in the air.
fragmented, feeding sun and moon.
the features, the grain, the dampness, the shade composed my lucifugous time.
how i long to hear the northern accented abstruseness,
weaved from the mouth like satinette , without pause.
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1. A car plunged into a river during storm and later lifted. A hanging man (gender only to be identified with sport shoes and hairlessness) was found drown dead inside. with legs trapped and body inflated, a face as if being punched flat. an arm missing. I turned the paper upside down tried to puzzle the look on his face. 2. First I thought it was insanity, second I thought it was money. Who said affection is always positive? attraction can be horrid. Numbers shall never again be given away as easy as this. not to let the fright lingers. 3. those pancakes i put into microwaved this early afternoon turned as stiff as some cardboards. butter did not help. 4. leather shall be worn when not in the mood to converse with anyone random.
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it's only because i have nothing else to occupy my time. i would love, love, love to have any useful business for its exhaustion.
tired of the routine.
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memory comes when memory's old
i am never the first to know
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what is it?
be strong?
everyone knows there is no such thing while you are in love.
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