The night envelopes my senses with its cold rain,
As lights go on and off again across the...

My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...

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words...

Light yawns in the womb of dawn,
spritzing the earth's skin with sticky citrus...

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this ripe, fair skin...

I woke up wanton, a wretch
spewing up bits of my soul into a porcelain bowl...

I saw a moon not quite
as full as you...

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time, a hand too soon...

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we fell...