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By adld
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Aerial
Lie with me, watch the wind, listen to my heart dance and thrum, more constant than fire. Together we'll vibrate in ceaseless waves. All day you walk...
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Low Tide
Low tide river reveals... a bit if beach, exposed where waters hemline laps on sandy skin. Mud flat rivulets from outwash drains splash surfaces to...
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The Language of Cranes
By night we watch our weave upon this city. Hollow looms, eyeless, one arm, a leg and sinew, we wait, defile the sky. Yellow in the morning, we pull...
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Underground
Soft creeping through tunnels, exuding fresh clean air, no clatter, the underground approaches. It gently strokes the platform as doors slide to...
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Getting dressed on a bad day
My shirts hang like vultures above my head waiting, impatient, drumming their buttons. Soon, one will float down, meld to skin, and begin to gnaw...
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