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It took you a minute, or maybe a year To find my conscience tucked away— Embroidered…

I. what there thou seest before thou rise to repose in bed a voice minute wept…

Barnyard bleached in twilight paint The exorcist teaches a ghost to walk Seven years abscise away…

Skyscraper skeletons creak and play Pizzicato as they glide and wheeze Melancholic Lackadaisical Conduction of the…

Two parts don’t always make a whole Two hearts oft fail to make a home I…

Open a window and let in the sun Red, orange, and gold, like Day-lilies in the…

stroking the bar Red Tie Polka Dot drags his palm across the fine face cream of…

They built the concrete nest so high And smothered the mortar so thick That we could…

Hey little matchstick girl How do you do? Do these windows fog up every time You…