joseph-valleWhisper

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Timmy O'BrienWhen I was thirteen, I had a running coach. / He was short, lean, and muscular. / An Italian man
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Pray for the LakeThere was a Truth / in murk-settled water. / I'll sit at the surface
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On Creating SpiderwebsLines of coal take form, again and again, on this coldbound evening / as blackened fingers and wear reveal prints typically unseen. / Beautiful and unique and hurricane lightning tattooed yellowed paper.
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Leaving EyesYou, / you cried / it hurts
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Strawberry TobaccoA fine mixture of smoke and breath escapes my lungs / as this letter flows from my pen this evening. / "This evening:" What does that even mean?
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A Shadow Will Follow Wherever You GoNight beckons to strange people. / Actually, if you can accept this premise, / then the mind makes everyone strange.
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The Nighttime ScarecrowA man poses at a dimly lit table, / a light hangs directly overhead / with a cobweb ribbon-wrapped around
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An Ember-Filled FireplaceFamily is / not the humorous, "ha-ha" funny. / It more resembles the "ah-hmm,"
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Drifted AwayMemory comes quickly and goes faster still. / Childhood blurs and bends from the action / to nostalgia to nothing to a surprise visit
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A Teacup-Weathered TableI don't know if it's the caffeine / or imagining your stoic ****** expression, / but something's got me shaking, violently.
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