The italicized clock
raises an arrow...

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As deeply as I receive your warmth...

Washed out, agonizing to be a glass bottle instead...
you concern yourself with to be crumpled; I'm...

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Writers feel the need to escape reality...

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How can I hold wintertime as you...

I trace on the poignant window
the echo that you left in my heart...

If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky...

"Come a bit closer, I need your help
with this&quot...

Come, bring me the hook. But first, prepare
me, ready the waters. I do not have gills or...

the thrill of meeting;
you thunder through my mountain...

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I am held...

Tonight, I vowed to myself I would
not slip into the night, defenses down...