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The street lights don't hold us
anymore; there are only clouds and curtains...
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All desires are subject to parallax
Substructures from the anatomy of dreams extracted...
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The doors were locked.
That's all she made sure of as she bolted out...
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If you ever considered
pulling me away from a car crash...
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20th June, 2013.
Unwrapping your sheet, my crave for...
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My mother is a rickety house
amidst a city of skyscrapers...
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I am you inside of me
and the hunter and deer...
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Harboring denial in every crevice
of her skin, similar to weeds seeping...
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I almost touched it
That place inside...
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Dusk and dawn camouflaged
themselves inside a fallen...
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Sweet summer substance,
the warmth of her rays...
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We were once slaves to our sheets,
tousled and tied in spaces where...