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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Last week I saw her in the street. Her hair looked slept in but perfect as always, split ends and all. In another time, when she was eight and I was nine, we wanted to be artists or movie stars. We dressed up as husband and wife; she always made me be the man because I looked better in a jacket, ...
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    I got tired of danger and so now I spend my nights in twentyfour hour diners, drowning my ever raucous thoughts in black coffee and attempting to quell my infatuation with precipice. I smear ink into paper instead of mascara down my cheeks....
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    my daydreams have been tearing at my seams, ripping my goosepimpled flesh open and pulling my quantummechanicsspacetime mind in ways I never wanted to fathom....
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    scars: what I had lost and in return what I was given...
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    when you ground my coffee this morning you were crying and now I can taste the movement in the wisps of quiet hair around your face and though you sprinkled your good intentions in the beans all I can think about is the sinewed memories that clog your brain....
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    you told me of your utter distaste for any kind of poetry at all, even mine. I laughed. "don't read me that s***!" you said and so I didn't tell you how my memories of you are scattered like sparrows in the rain or how your laugh reminds me of sugar-spun cotton. ...
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    remember the night we drove out into the inked darkness until the hum of the city evaporated into contrails streaked above us like some Chagall canvas that night I looked up at the sky and its infinite display and I said “doesn't it make you feel better to know you're made of stardust?” ...
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    She sets fire to the rain As the crow flies Chasing the nonexistent blessing Of the waxing blue moon Still wind blows And frigid desert flowers Bloom carrying long-lost memories Of pink tulle and stardust Led Zeppelin plays As seas dry and Clouds form and you Run down the painted highway ...
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    last night I dreamt and you were the number nine [nine] cracks through a broken spine I dreamt of tender fish I pulled their scales off one by one so I could hear each of them scream but I was never one for lying last night I didn’t dream of succulence I dreamt of wishes and you w...
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    I live on broken wings and enigmatic sighs lost pomegranates and something like tears. odd dives into third-person have never been my virtue. they tell me I’m a f---ed-up child and quite frankly I agree. for peppermint, never wintergreen, seems to satisfy the pit others enjoy dig...
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    I am the lord of broken things, of birds that fly but do not sing, of bitterness, lingering, of all the sorrows life can bring. I am the master of endless nights, of windows and wishes and too-cold knives, of something like hope and nothing like peace, of all our lost extremities. I...
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    I do not know which to prefer, A painted sunset Or the budding blooms The melody of a thunderstorm Or the silence just after. It was twilight all morning. It was raining And it was going to rain. The shadows took over While the light struggled to fight back. I know regal languages And...
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    The air is thick With the aroma of water, A promise of things to come. It is then the small girl Emerges from the shadows And begins to dance, Fluid movements flowing from within. Her brilliant hair billows back As a kite would on a summer day. Her dark legs move rapidly, Naked feet barely...

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