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explosion one : fireworks are falling stars
a million sparks fly around me my skin lifts off this flesh this flesh lifts off of me and i am the million sparks spurred by explosion: the flying matter, comets and jets of little lightning bolts lightening the atmosphere; electrifying atoms shoot off the tips of my hair (these are the matters of glory…
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january 5, morning
[2nd draft] The sun stampedes its rays through your window blinds. It is daylight. You sink further into the mattress, surrounding yourself in the thick cover that lingers an evergreen scent in your nostrils. This is one of those mornings. One of those mornings after; one of those mornings after you battled another thunderstorm that…
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variations on dark & lovely
you see me sun scorched from hustling across city streets for a hot meal and clean laundry, pelted by an assault of winter winds that scald my skin a slab of raw bleeding meat; I wander alone a labyrinth of urban wilderness a camouflaged hideaway hiding galaxies behind carnal construction zones and manicured homes, slipping…
