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after hours
after hours 20 Feb 2017 Tag: bereaved fiction

A pretending glaucoma

Severed words they limp from our mouths ..like war . & still your tide moves like constants inside of me . Before you i had learned to fracture ..to peter the wind according to yours, yet always you left me...

after hours
after hours 18 Dec 2013 Tag: bereaved fiction

A water clock seance

tell me that by score of an underbelly salt .. such countless formations .. . Before you my lungs were of anonymous function i could breathe some what shallow waters .. I recall when nights were bleached of spoil .. wastelands of oblivion still it chromes my...

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