the taste of a grapefruit

i wonder if she is poison. mother nature gave her children eyes to avoid ingesting death disguised by rich reds and oranges; she said "nothing can be this bright and…

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the theory of forms

my soul perched at the top of a steep white hill, looking at once in all directions at infinite cloudy crystals of moments surrounding it, each influencing each other, never…

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distance is an afterlife

if i can only keep pace at 7 miles per hour, it will take me one million, four hundred and sixty-three thousand, seven hundred and sixty seconds to remember his…

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