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Hard-core...
The deafening quiet after the impact
A moment to check if I’m still intact...
Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping...
A is for arsenic
Thats present on potato skin...
Let me cry in this embrace—
if there is still an embrace left...
In a dim-lit room, with smoke-filled air,
Frank played jazz, his fingers a blur...
The first tear to fall
is no indication of...
drip
drop...
I stand and I wade through it
The sites and sounds of a torn psyche...
It's cold tonight and the
Rain falls softly all night and...
The memory of oceans
lingers in her eyes...
Squashing insects beneath our fingers
No consideration for such little lives...