kevin-gishWhisper

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Anecdote for the Clouds: First RetellingGive me leave to lay my brow, ever burdened with strain and stress, / Upon your pale, pinkish breast. / You, tenderly streaked with wisps of scarlet nimbus,
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Nov 18, 2012
A Question in the MindWhat is it that makes pain so real? / Is it the soft tap, tapping on the edge of your skull, / Footsteps, or the ringing of bells?
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Jun 26, 2012
Hazy RemembranceA wind chime carefully spreads its stillness over you. / Half-awake, not knowing what sleep is, your mind collapses into the / Mythical canopy of Dream.
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Jun 14, 2014
InfinityThere’s a man I know of, / On the corner of Swinton. / He walks as no man walks,
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Jun 26, 2012
lines for another timeA thunderstorm now blossoms, stealing the sheen from a lambent sky. / Selfish clouds harvest light, storing it away for security, / An aetherial currency long-forgotten.
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Jun 14, 2014
On Memory ReturningFear is youth, youth is perpetual. / Perpetuity is the pleasant melancholy awash on the scarlet portrait hanging in every motel room.
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Jun 14, 2014
On spending the night in a dark houseAlone wasn't a word until the door was closed; each sound in this place / Spells your doom. / The soul has places to go, you know.
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Jun 14, 2014
Pity and FearI killed an insect once, / Crushed it with a rock. / I had to; its fate was already decided:
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Jun 14, 2014
SevenI met a man with a Y for a hand. / Addressed him timidly, "which war?" / An earnest reply: "the second."
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Jun 14, 2014
shockshock. / the night air gives me a slap in the face as i meet it. / walking, running, making my way past bodies in the street.
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Jun 26, 2012
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