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Do the Dead

Once, not even in the prime of my child hood, I knew Death. He didn’t come to me, but He gave me a present, He showed me– Love. How it happened, I don’t remember exactly. Only as much as I could. He showed me wonder, beauty, a scrying of a future paramour. The body was […]

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Letter From A Bad Friend

Letter from a bad friend. I never talked you into Doing things you don’t want to; That’s not what makes me bad. Just what little I agreed to sacrifice. If you’ve known me years ago, Chance is I’ve stopped talking And seeing you by now. I look past you on the bus. But I never try […]

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