January 2011
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i hate words
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miércoles
blow away the dandelion tufts, but never sew the seeds they are for the wind to make wishes to cut away the wounded and the lonely left behind she’s smiling through tall grass
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oh, terry pratchett tourist and wizard, spastic the light fantastic
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positively
heather grey weather overcast and drearily, dreamily fluttering black eyelashes, flashes create watercolour droplets on eggshell canvas
ebony smokes over clover and poppies grace closed eyelids arachnids of stinging light tickle fickle thorns knick skin
a lightning shower just for two it’s safe to dance these nights past curfew
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black pawn, young fawn take a few steps out, in lush set snow you are beautiful standing there delicate and trembling
lords and bishops are at a stand still and they will taunt you there, below but they can’t spellbind you what with their knots and boughs
slender fingers part the way, to planes of blinding light they offer themselves to you, should you choose to leave yourself behind.
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penets anguish scene
how does your fire still burn with a bell overhead? what are you feeling, what do you see? what will you think of me now that i’m gone? patchira aquatica, black-tressed lady, would you be the prelude to my sorrowful melody? did you know i wouldn’t think that you’d only play for keeps? too late, too late.. i’m trying to land, but your body absorbs the ground beneath my feet....