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My stories

From Specialise in the impossible and meaning

What we need are more people who specialize in the impossible, running backwards towards the moon, howling down that pale suspended moon. What we...
Cherry

Xylem

The xylem is a complex tissue. Bundled secretively, Grown But if I knew nothing of how the water drifted, I would still walk in a

Jude's addiction

I'm addicted to my own heartbeat Pulsing silently on Golgotha Travel forward to the past Seek elusive throb Discover If death can break bread If...
Cherry

Got

Got arrid tongue and thirsty eyes Got a fat flickknife and a black disguise Got God, got punched, got drunken bruise Got sober days, black-coffee blues.

Requiem

commit mortality to ground on a day despised and holy ground is cleaved; the grave is a wound clay exposed like muscle The wordless sound of pain, an...

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