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

Oh, what sweet Brevity lies between Consciousness...
Filtering with tiny hands the most concealed...

You emerge from things filled with spirit,
a mosaic nightmare...

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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we fell...