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the phantoms grasp

when i gaze long enough into these melting sidewalks i can see myself as i was before; before i knew anesthesia, before i knew platforms, before i knew the ocean and where looks could take me. i was mislead and … Continue reading

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Untitled

This is just specks I tackle in dilation Until my eye lashes fly. They carve my cheeks To assure me Of whats underneath. And I can see before touch But I can not see past touch. Anticipation is being rapid– … Continue reading

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hollow breath of prairie’s

butterfly me open. my ribs will crack gradience into            oblivion. flesh will fall in polite immure over stems f r a c t u r e d. and i am feeble thistles. wildfire: hold me in summertimes, hold my … Continue reading

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Barbies Ziplock Baggies

Oh shit. The dialing of eyes was reset! I was swaying in my beset, tender mucus slug rest, but my fingers were watching salt– They’re such inquisitive little things! Thoughts slanting on impulsive foolish adrenal nerve endings!! Let’s climb through … Continue reading

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