Tag: Prose
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This isn’t my heart on a TV show, isn’t my heart crushed on Cannery Row
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The fair light peaks at dawn, this heart flattered by the rush, another perilous tick tock, another band of blue, in a seemingly endless veil of gray
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She came down from the sky on a glowing escalator and I waited for her in the parking lot. But sometimes I think she was maybe there all along, maybe my entire life and I just didn’t see her because they can be invisible. She looks human. She has all…
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Shattered windows cry like Sunday peacocks warning of the impending doom of glass
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 