Category: Death and Life
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There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into my skin A frozen anchor, a blonde devil I walk barefoot out onto the street All the way to the grand palace librio on the hill I pick up Hemingway’s…
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When in the back of your mind you know you are dying and you try to push it away … because you are still young every breath at night is an elaborate excuse, every morning you arise is a triumph, of some sort and daddy is broken I feed him…
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I sometimes wonder about the blood on Mars and the indigo stilettos on the streets of New York. The ‘tack, tack, tack’ sound against the sidewalk beneath the bourbon leaves of an autumn day as I look out my open window encased in old world brown brick with crumbling mortar.…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 