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Violence
A day would glue itself to another day. And when there were enough you call it a week. Or a month. Or a lifetime. Each had the same familiar pattern that you could follow without thinking. Rise – eat – shit – sleep. A stagnant pattern of repeat motions. “The beauty of life is that…
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Love Song
She popped up, with that crooked smile on her face, and strew butterflies all around. Then she skipped away over the beach, occasionally picking something up. A colorful flower? A curious rock? An odd piece of driftwood? At night, when she slept, I chased her shadows away. She was the maiden. I was her…
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