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Listen to the Hot Air Balloon Talking
Van Gogh tried killing himself, but people still talk more about his severed fucking ear.
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Runaway
Callie lies on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. It’s nice here, the world upside down so that her head goes fuzzy and she can’t quite think right, like she’s just on the edge of becoming something new. The lines of her blurring and…
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The Lily Maid
With raven hair and a face so fair, She bows to her guests in a lily white dress, that Shines so bright in the candle light. She wears a happy expression To hide her depression because she has nothing left to fight for. …
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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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