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After BeforeDoomed. / What should we tell the windows? / The clamor of dreamers in the dark.

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Apr 14, 2015

Hummingbird's EyeThere is no need for maps, / for guides and milestones – / there is only running.

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Apr 14, 2015

Creaking BedI have a feeling that if I chop myself into ****** bite-size pieces in front of them, they will grab the knife and butcher me themselves. They are sure they can do it better. I am, too. When I can no longer hide the fractures and I start crumbling, they will grab a sledgehammer and bury it inside me. / I am proficient at silences.

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Mar 29, 2015

A Lesson from AngelsIt turned me into this. It made scales out of my skin, yet for some reason it has also ripped into my flesh. Is it trying to protect me or **** me? It stole the light from my fingertips and the curves from around my tongue. It gave me the power of flight. It strengthened my legs and hardened my feet. / Now I am both safe and dead. I am empty of luminescence and I have razors between my teeth. I fly often these days, most of the time above the clouds. / Now I have strong knees and firmly placed toes. I am good at walking away now.

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Mar 27, 2015

Point of No Safe ReturnYou laugh, and I think: / *this is what I left.*

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Mar 15, 2015

The Principle of Equivalent Exchange*I remain in fear / of chips and shoulders and all / that I yearn to be.*

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Mar 8, 2015

Suitcases*inevitable / that we leave and we are left - / and that we let them.*

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Mar 5, 2015

Windows & Walls*faceless and shapeless, / the horrors of the glass skin / fell the silent tower.*

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Feb 25, 2015

DartsYou missed— / so you stopped trying. / I missed—

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Feb 21, 2015

Voice*How horribly sad / that all you left are your ghosts - / and they haunt me still.*

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Feb 20, 2015

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