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Life's Lost Life
Flicked flickering sand slices slashes
Pain and anguish portrude pen to paper
Releasing resting relief from crooked corner
Creation creates creativity
Crusty cankers and cracked crevices
Friday 24th October 2014 5:08 pm
Scoliosis
Inside her closet are the remains of a broken umbrella with the materials in cinders.
Her skin cloak is draped over a spindley coat stand,
most people name it a spine,
most people's are strong,
straight.
They carry the puppet as if a master holding strings...
But sometimes autum's trees fall down
without reason
because nature is flawed.
Sometimes a stem ca...
Thursday 9th October 2014 8:19 pm
8 Months
8 months
Is the longest I've been able to go without sex since I was 16
I stood frozen, mind racing a mile a minute
Trembling as the truth set in
I was unable look away
As memories replayed themselves like movies in the mirror
New characters and slightly different scenario in each one,
But the plot was always the same
Has always been the same
Since that time when I was 1...
Monday 7th July 2014 10:41 pm
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