Moving alone in the pastel darkness, they shake,
Reveling in their fortune, breath becoming weak...

I take my hands to mirror the sky, and warmly...
(c) Novalyn Grace RRL...

I hear the cadence of my moon's sweet song
That lulls me to sleep with the language of...

(Inspired by excerpt from Survivor by Chuck...
Perched atop ladder against storm-clouded marble...

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he kisses her...

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a quarantine of tender words...

The afternoon whizzed around my head.
the arms of Sun tightly holding to my sticky body...

Last night our poet chastised me with his...
while the stars passed over my skin in whispers...

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unborn words encircle my neck with pointed...

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i moved back to the south...

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

Sit -- stiff, silent and monogamous
Holding the world tightly to your chest...