Month: November 2010
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Snow
The atmosphere of the page … I get confused, and think it’s now. Then an excited melancholy, or nostalgic happiness! Ghostliness, and white freckles, delivering futures and nows.
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In-Between
Unsure whether the opulence, or the ease of decadence. Indecisive on the bohemian auto-pilot, or to chance the modest civility. The poignance; in search of hidden fractures.
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Amour Propre
A futility of person, once unworkable, defiled, like the leather skin of a shammy turned gold. Ruminated, like mucilage, stuck to the underside of your carnality. Still there, but supurating quietly. To think that there are those who do not mind the effects, the affects of their utility of futility. Bones, limbered […]
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Mini-Deer
A gem, the thing she knew was hers (but had never ached for any precious stones). Inhaled was the warm blue osmosis of those eyes. Then was a motion of peering, and knowing, but keeping demure all the while. Silly mini-deer that she was. Scribbling notes, decanting chords, clumsying moves, a lush chanson. The arch of the neck rolled in to […]
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