Tag: Ghosts
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The Salty Alone
Money is a rebellion against liberty and angels with arrows mingle on the edge of space No one cares where… Read more.
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Winter’s weight and dust galoreEyes heavy in the pain of dawncheekbones achewhiskey madness takes its tollon an ever-building mint bridge… Read more.
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There are times that I feel as if I’m just filling in the gaps between birth and death. But then… Read more.
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Gracelyn Polk was on her stomach on a small bed in a girlish bedroom of pink. Her legs were bent… Read more.
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A bastard chill struck a prophecy of a coming autumn as Astron Puffin sat on a fallen tree deep in… Read more.
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I sat in the broken window and looked out onto the burnt grass and the weeds; the sun was gone,… Read more.
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His eyes stained this townon a sunny autumn daylike leaves dropping from his eyescrunchy, veiny tears that smelled of winter… Read more.
