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an autumn evening’s face looms just outside my window— such moonless eyes!

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Dec 7, 2025

Dec 7, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC

an autumn evening’s face looms just outside my window— such moonless eyes!

Nothing can make me blue if there is no blue sky —it’s fine on a gray day— but the clear sky brings her back. The sun would catch her eye and sparkle in it like water; looking at me, she didn’t have to smile. So there’s a picture in my mind of her and blue skies.

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC

Skies

Nothing can make me blue if there is no blue sky —it’s fine on a gray day— but the clear sky brings her back. The sun would catch her eye and sparkle in it like water; looking at me, she didn’t have to smile. So there’s a picture in my mind of her and blue skies.

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to the candy store in warm summer, near the tracks of the elevated train— the old man there was mean; we talk about him still

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC

candy store

to the candy store in warm summer, near the tracks of the elevated train— the old man there was mean; we talk about him still

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the koto comes— a cicada chorus in the trees and drums and thunder... quiet rain hears the song, soft slapping time with branches

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC

koto

the koto comes— a cicada chorus in the trees and drums and thunder... quiet rain hears the song, soft slapping time with branches

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white butterflies stagger about on a breeze— the last of summer

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC

white b'fly

white butterflies stagger about on a breeze— the last of summer

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walking alone through the crowded fair, she pauses— turns now and then, searching the passing faces

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC

alone

walking alone through the crowded fair, she pauses— turns now and then, searching the passing faces

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don’t care if i die— only care if i suffer don’t try to keep me alive with tubes and latex, just let me go though i WILL have some morphine...

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC

don't

don’t care if i die— only care if i suffer don’t try to keep me alive with tubes and latex, just let me go though i WILL have some morphine...

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Hello, this is Special Breaking News: Because we care so deeply about you, we just wanted to calm your fears and hysteria and say that we don’t know what’s going to happen. Stay tuned for further developments. We hope this makes you feel better.

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC

Broken News

Hello, this is Special Breaking News: Because we care so deeply about you, we just wanted to calm your fears and hysteria and say that we don’t know what’s going to happen. Stay tuned for further developments. We hope this makes you feel better.

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street girl sitting on the bed again with Japanese music playing, the window open to early fall’s gentle breeze and gray mist that wraps around the trees and just-turning leaves, in and out between streetlights and heady air with cries from the street below where a street couple screams with no place to go but at each other when she’s angry at the world and so sad in her make-up—too much and sad rings and tattoos she can’t afford with hair orange and chopped off with knives instead of scissors and sunken cheeks because her scarecrow teeth are gone for **** habits and bad choices and you want to hug her but too afraid and too scared getting involved—no guts when her “man” comes, he looks the same —they could be brother and sister— have the same sunken face through red eyes and sore screaming throats after dark on sidewalks —scary in day— much more in dark— how do you feel?

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC

street girl

street girl sitting on the bed again with Japanese music playing, the window open to early fall’s gentle breeze and gray mist that wraps around the trees and just-turning leaves, in and out between streetlights and heady air with cries from the street below where a street couple screams with no place to go but at each other when she’s angry at the world and so sad in her make-up—too much and sad rings and tattoos she can’t afford with hair orange and chopped off with knives instead of scissors and sunken cheeks because her scarecrow teeth are gone for **** habits and bad choices and you want to hug her but too afraid and too scared getting involved—no guts when her “man” comes, he looks the same —they could be brother and sister— have the same sunken face through red eyes and sore screaming throats after dark on sidewalks —scary in day— much more in dark— how do you feel?

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quickly dying fog, a glimpse of the blue beneath sheets of clouds— days were cold and windy end of summer by the bay

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Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC

the bay

quickly dying fog, a glimpse of the blue beneath sheets of clouds— days were cold and windy end of summer by the bay

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