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okirsten
American
Cars shriek in gridlock, anger gnaws at my chest, and I ******* in saltwater and sweat. With wrinkles and claws, anxiety squeals in the city within my sanctity of hounds-tooth and cotton. Welling up with tears, the sky, muggy and thick drips and sniffles: a heavenly tantrum.
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Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 6:24 AM UTC
City
Today I decided to swallow my pills all at once. But mom told me No, You'll choke and die, So I took them one by one.
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Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 6:21 AM UTC
Medicine
Jays paddle the clouds of blue and orange: oily jazz and stark bar lines. Musky mist sags and wrinkles, pickled breaths: nature's incense.
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Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 6:19 AM UTC
Music
The requiem of incense and wine suffocates and blinds with white and awaits joy as the chorus sings lies.
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May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 7:00 AM UTC
Light
He was a caterpillar, a youth, an intellect. The air cleansed his golden locks in the midst of humid springtime, and the horns sounded his spirit and sang his name when he was too shy to introduce himself. Shallow footprints followed his path and sweat stung his eyes and trickled the creeks of his face.
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May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
Caterpillars
As we would sing into each others' eyes, the moon clapped along to our celestial beat and our souls danced with bodies of stars. We worshiped the sun and folk music until we burned with joy, the day the world ended.
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May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 6:53 AM UTC
Soul
Apathy sits in the windowsill in a ripped jean jacket yawning at thunderstorms.
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 2:28 PM UTC
Apathy
Constant stars shoot odd remarks at innocent clouds in daylight. The sun mediates and sermons with lazy drunkenness.
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
Mediation
Once there was a tree who shivered in the breeze, and thought about love as sleet froze its roots.
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 2:25 PM UTC
Philosophy
As I sink through the depths of your bones I sing, for they blossom and ring, with vines and spires atop ancient cathedrals. The gargoyles grin and I laugh for the glass shines in dust. But where are you now, as I soar? The clouds blind me.
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May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
Clouds