Manifest
Between the wolf and girl is a hummingbird encased in red feathers, it claws at itself, shredding its feathers into its nest. Crying out as though it is caught in a nightmare.
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America at Last – Part 2
The flight was ok as long-haul flights go, and I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else, but you can get too much of anything.
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Haunt
Harsh liquors stained the breath for when the silence was not appealing; The counter is unattractive in appearance and to tap its wooden build, it feels to crumble.
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ONE FOR THE BOOKS
here's the plot
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eyes of a child
the eyes of a child see what is happening & they know it’s not good--- they see the facial expressions of the loved ones round them, stressed out & angry, saddened & depressed,
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the murder coming
those who have money, bubbling in the belly of the beast, make it their point to inform the rest of us, that if we haven’t started putting money away for our “retirement,”
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for the white powder
all for the sake of white powder, s/he risks it all, daily, knowing that had s/he been born a few years earlier, that s/he’d have been luckier, that s/he’d have been able to
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This room is filled with you
This room is filled with you: whose tender tremors are still felt within these jasmine scented sheets. Your heady scent is here.... Its not a dim remembered echo,
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Caravantina or The Girl Who Never Grew Up
Once upon a time there were three little peasant girls named Moelle, Andrietta and Caravantina and they always used to steal apples and pears from the garden of an old woman who everyone said was a wi
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