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The giant lies on its side. Blood spirals into electric rivers in a breathing box. New souls are born on the plastic prairie now engu...

Domes of oaks perching by the water are mildewed handles of a blue kettle sitting on a cloud of barks hunting for haunted souls. ...

By the shallow stream of shaded stones sit two friends who is one in one's mind where the darker are darker than the brighter the...

Thoughts ornament the sphere of waves no longer standing its own weight Momentum of the fall falls on momentum down the crumbled lea...

She sits and contemplates on eternity With an enveloped teabag Lukewarm In another enveloped world Her mirror binds her The shadow...

the green cropped the shadow of walls the walls cropped the shadow of earth the boors open their hearts the boors open their doors plung...

Funerals are for the livings not the dead are plates embroidered with words carved they screams at the blade of dark tears prey on the...