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thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die

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a.d.w.a.y – (something i wrote exactly 4 years ago tonight)

a.d. w. a. y. ? August 4, 2011 at 4:24am you would write a thing or two and toss it a million ways around the net- -work it’s way aross the many screens i didn’t think twice when it would sometimes hit me sometimes miss me. but now i find myself missing you you were…… Continue reading a.d.w.a.y – (something i wrote exactly 4 years ago tonight)

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in between the moon and you

we retreat now you and i are – hidden. for awhile people in shadows we lay low in the dark can’t talk to you can’t talk to me as it goes back now  like we are like we were like we sometimes always seem to do when time trips and slips and fades to and through in front of…… Continue reading in between the moon and you

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Black Velvet Sugar

BLACK VELVET SUGAR The soft moss swimming; It is the dying spirit. Desiring, I hide. Pink shore, serene breeze. The flat, upright sparkle shines. Lost moon, velvet spirit. Walk, swim. Drown With blunt leaves Wither, decline. With sharp flames Write, fade: fluttering. Purple, tender, falling, Your eyes sits in wait A mermaid arises, Declining, shining.…… Continue reading Black Velvet Sugar

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Adams for peace

“If you’re frightened of dyin and you’re holding on…Youll see devils tearing your life away.But…if youve made your peace,Then the devila are really angelsFreeing you from the earth…..from the earth….from the earth” Tonight’s show was beautiful But it made me realize This whole thing isn’t for me. I don’t belong here  

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coagulation

on my tongue driven dead leaves fall on blood stained face streets full of rain tiny fractures stained table cloth fingers standing still she hears each of his lies she listens for his breathing hark, the call of birds his false shadow, painted skin a child cries  coagulation  she stands on the edge of space waiting/…… Continue reading coagulation

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things we choose to hide

Static Words We let Get In Between The love And our own self When the truth Hides Behind Beliefs in ways That lead us even further From where We want to be The loneliness of this is killing me I can’t say to you how I feel Without it becoming Something you can steal Away…… Continue reading things we choose to hide

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Listen, quiet, still

there is emptiness crossings on corners she is draining down her eyes on green wave truths scratched from the dirt his false shadow, painted skin listen, quiet, still blood becomes a time bomb she is stardust she is earth old and broken down ghosts of factories the folding skeletons of past on fire transportation for…… Continue reading Listen, quiet, still

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hydrogen carbon and rust

soup hydrogen soup carbon truths scratched from the dirt rusting trucks die with years in dry grass below and with vultures above in waiting hungry like the old hungry like the forgotten waiting in line for the dead to come waiting like we wait to die -kyoko cole 2013

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