craig-reynoldsWhisper

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Goodnight, Goodmourning.*Dogs are barking / and the wind is howling / and dragging it’s legs through autumn leaves
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Nov 14, 2011
shh!for some reason, / i’m infatuated with libraries. / so many thoughts, so many voices, so many dreams.
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Jan 15, 2011
thoughtpath.denser. / darker. / deeper.
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Jan 15, 2011
futile, a term in science fictionresistance / came in many forms / back then.
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Jan 15, 2011
in[soma]niano rest / for the wicked / or for
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Jan 15, 2011
feeding the birds.tiny. little. indivisible. / —moments. / frame real. for the first time.
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Jan 15, 2011
seagulls.we escaped / the ravenous crowds of the beach / the secrets seagulls screech
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Jan 15, 2011
the routine riddleDaily, / Anna Tole / rides by me.
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Jan 15, 2011
cold; creaking. glaciers.Mostly i hate to shiver, but / as of late / my mind floats
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Jan 15, 2011
no, a Neried you would noticeit was on all the news channels, / your shipwreck. / for miles,
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Oct 20, 2010
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