Author: Aaron Echoes August
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It’s Christmas Eve in a town the color of burgundy and pine Cold stars and tattered clouds float within the… Read more.
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When everything is fake like snakes And the lemons are made of wood And the faces are made of mud… Read more.
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A coffee clown sits in a silver diner He looks out the window and watches the rain He thinks about… Read more.
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A long, stiff radish sits in the bin White in color Mild flavor No one knows what it is Passersby… Read more.
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Dawn barks in a chill Sky gray blue Air silent Broken only by a lone loud engine Coffee cooling down… Read more.
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I had deviled the salads for far too long when the clock struck negative one. A perplexing complex of half… Read more.
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Breck Cavalier sat in a chair across from his psychiatrist and began to tell him about the woman. “As you… Read more.
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I went outside the other night to capture a photo of a very big moon and subsequently discovered this bluish… Read more.
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I ate some cake last night that tasted like cigarettes I dubbed it an ashen dump cake Even though it… Read more.
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Nerves like cornsilk on fire A plume of atomic orange Flames of blueberry stroke A billion heads collapse and sleep… Read more.
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Picking awkwardberries from the tree of life A subway car injects the city with shaking souls Human fluids in the… Read more.
