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Beating wings pave the echo of our lost wonder. To fly. To spend a life airborne and in encumbered by the pull of this Earth’s overwhelming weight. To soar and meet the clouds, passing through their false idols and shaking wet from limbs that invaded Heaven. Known triumph, air circles, grows thin, blackens and freezes […]

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The cloud swallowed the sun, the earth growing gray with cold mist. Angels sang in finished verse with divine melody woven as stitches to mend bleeding minds. And we cried at the lack of definition, surrounded by the siren song of sexless children, their wings thrumming a discordant rhythm that bruised the sky, and kept […]

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Once it was beautiful, and our skin knew warmth with mutual kindness and our eyes caught the sway of our hips; bodies in time to special rhythms. The song decayed over fallen seasons, vibrance drained from ceaseless chills and assumptions, melodies a crumbling discord. Roll the fruit of our endeavor from the patch and it […]

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Give me a day where it’s all full and illuminated. I want to suck at the tit of progress, bleed hot serum from secret threats, digging into souls with dirty fingernails and reaching for a sun dipped in frost. Clever leaps of hurdles at the crystal hours, a prismatic hope bounced off the walls of […]

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Wrapped in the clutch of flora, our confidence yields to the first play of nature’s prying hands. Knitted tangles of her finest chaos clinging to the hardness of best laid plans, the finest option is acquiescence; cooperation between our arts. The struggle of balance at home against the wild vines of her beauty, immersed in […]

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The eagerness is to protect; track and kill whichever threat crosses any pane. Wild eyes search hungrily, expectantly, and the days saunter past the hunt with a brand of tremulous rhythm misspent on correction. Let them be free, one wonders? Windows cast like a lightbox, and stares flex against intrusion, animal instincts a strike away […]

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Bled by light, chemical burns and crushed within fists shaking from violent rage, dark eyes penetrate. Cancers pervasive in the edges of this self portrait, growing, eating, fucking and clawing with eagerness to end the tinny clarion setting hairs on end, tearing kindness from saints. Glares and flares, deepened stares, the enemy of reason and […]

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After the thrive, when promises dripped liked early morning dew, the decay set in; challenging hopes, chasing dreams with the sharpened teeth of reality. They fell, the shared home of their experience dropping away as the might of cacophonous days forced change. Never of heart, but of circumstance. The wind is what sets this course, […]

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Crouched on the precipice. Studying the edge. Calculating risk. With bets you won’t hedge. I know your heart, for it’s just like mine. We see everything the same, though you’re the youngest, you will be the best, the apex of our line. He knows it too, your grandfather, your mentor, your friend. He’ll watch your […]

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Rage shatters blessed vision, instinct unleashed. Feral emotion spreading as fire over a starved plain, and shards splinter as smoke in this burning moment, reason undone. Pleasures inhabit distant lands, seducing, laughing, flourishing in wet heat, breaths hitched and worry choked. So far from here where light cracks, breaking worship, murdering intention, efforts expiring with […]

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