Tag: Icicles
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Icicles like dragon teeth hang from my house. They drip, drip, drip, like blood in the sun. Like crooked piano keys they dangle precariously from the edge of the roof. Wet, cold spikes, remnants of a crippling storm, they let gravity pull down their tears and drop them to the…
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I want to wake up to a fire Out there, in those champagne skies Where my impending death Is but a sketch, an outline Circling the globe all stratospheric Love trailing behind Like a wet, creamy comet They don’t want to touch anymore So I climb the high brick I…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 