Lighthouse
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Reality Doesn’t Sell
The eye of the glossy tender Am I merely a revenant spirit To cast glows of comatose Leopard skin lies Dandelions adrift to an island Sanctimonious prayers over the smokestack Puffs of passion The smell of it Raspberry licorice In the glass case at the candy shop Where the man with the plastic hand works… Continue reading
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Child of the Cabbage (Ep. 3)
The salt and pepper scruff on his face was uneven, choppy like a soured sea, as if he had used a dull butcher knife to shave. Continue reading
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