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Haunting
I loved you like a haunting. No, look at me. I loved you like a haunting of myself. I loved you like the strength of it could bring me back to life. I loved you like an old house loves its emptiness: every creak of wind that caresses the eaves, every memory trapped beneath the…
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Box’s Pandora
On this particular summer day, rain assaulted my suburban home. Winds, in full throttle, battered trees and electrical poles all over the town. The sun, dipping low into the horizon, cast a foreboding gloom across the sky. Seeping rays of gray filtered through my house’s many windows, blanketing me. I sat on my couch, reading…
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Sour Notes
Playing for you has made me realize,Against my sour, dormant guise, that your view’sGentle gaze grazes my life, which must rise. I last looked into a fountain disguised;We, hand-in-hand, swam through reflections true,Playing for you has made me realize. My ears, pressed against your sweet world’s eyes,Drink the colors, leaving you with a blue,Gentle gaze…
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Death
Do you see him in the fire?Do you see him in the light? He’s calling you, do you hear him?His voice is low and grim. Do you feel him standing there,Just beyond your reach. The stars are brightly shining,The flowers bloom.In the distance, do you see him loom? The trees know he’s thereAnd so does…
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