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My stories

Aberration

Blurry summer days Lead you on like baby kisses, The heated condensation presses upon you like a hot shower Your mind itches like winter, but you dream of blurry summer days,

The American War

We've mechanized you We've commercialized you You are not the thing once thought of as a desperate struggle a patriotic duty a glorious undertaking of which you would depart this world for its success

Needle

I feel the prick From that clear plastic syringe The metal tip was inserted just behind my ear in that soft patch between my jaw and my skull I lie complacent, Because this is a serum of green liquid envy

A new void

Void existence Blank slate All these things are a black hope I keep it close and hold it dear Because to take form Means to lose imaginations fluidity

red hazey reality

The drop falls skybound from the earth The moon shines from within The sun is cold and dark And space is a small warm blanket This is all true when romance reinvents itself

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