Author: Aaron Echoes August
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Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the… Read more.
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I was getting hazily crazily drunk in a dream A Sunday afternoon nap was the proper portal Someone was on… Read more.
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Flittering filth and glass lenses. The dais waits under fuzzy white light. The podium is propped. The whole of the… Read more.
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A gay rain pitters upon the earth As bombs play death on the other side of the world These new… Read more.
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If only I could grab myself and hold the wounds together. The wolves watch with piercing eyes. I smell blood… Read more.
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Liquid day Fog, breath Cornucopia of popping white lights Amplified chatter, chaos, screaming children The central corridor of the train… Read more.
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The taste of internal bleeding is that of metal, iron precisely. He feels it running down his insides, a reminder… Read more.
