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falls from sky thousand years ago. He: young child, breathes.
million years drown dry lungs cold with absence single cell in solid space
then catastrophe, star. eyes without white. See: shifts echo black
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a time to flya time to fly
The bird, an extended cremation, its wings were thin coffins.
Crushed from below in all directions, rotating through each one at a time, it has a stomach full of dead seeds and lead.
It sang a sound like splash, (not very pretty) and fell.
A ripple on the water said, "I'm here," not was. I liked that, but not as much as before.
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Mirrors hanging on walls by moth-bitten string fall and break / into / each other. It's warm and soft inside this softened room's womb, rhythmic almost, but - beats of skull-drumming cobbed webs pounding innerlock channels in walled flu-id : down, out, along, and around the rims clang cacophonodemons like back in tenth grade when: bright outs and graphite clouds outline an idol clamoring its teeth round clean youth.
Ten years look back to see big men in small houses that stink of bleach and formaldehyde baking in figure-hate-lungs
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C o o k i e J a r r e dC o o k i e J a r r e d
He wanted legacy - daddy's destiny in a jar on a desk ledger. It was black and well-shined and had cookie jar in red all over it.
His father was old-fashioned - it was written on bills set counter-top next to stove burners. Sometimes closer. He kept the walls whitewashed and soft: hygeine is cleaner than hydrogen.
Mother was not home; nine to five liberated, so proud of herself. Her dreams were of back-then backend highschool cars, leather coats and
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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...a pathetic, adolescent fantasy which doesn't take into account the immense amount of responsibility and effort required to rule over an empire larger than any other.
`Prince-des-Sots, on the fallaciousness of world domination
take care sweet friend.
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My devname rhymes with merry.
"Poetry should surprise by a fine excess ... should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance."-John Keats
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when she walked, her knees cracked like a pick-up truck driving full-force over a deer carcass.
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I saw, darling, but do lie.
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They don't sleep anymore on the beach.
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