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WindowsTheyd always slept with the windows open. On late July nights, the cicadas rhythmic cadence announced the sinking sun, rising stridently as the last rays touched the tops of trees huddled in the dim spaces, as if to say dont leave us alone with themthey are a coven of trees, they know things. Afterwards, the tree line is a negative silhouette against the black sky, blocking out stars and wishes.Windows
Theyd always slept with the windows open. Wrinkled, sodden sheets stuck to the areas of their bodies not covered with wrinkled, sodden sleepwear. The whispering coven of trees went unh


Accidental TuristaAccidental TuristaAccidental Turista
Its a brave new Websters world out there in the waiting room (wailing wall).
Looking up asymptomatic Hypochondrial fever, and pondering the Patagonia
that lay under the lab rat coat of authority. Should he feign ignorance or
faint indifferently when the results come back and he learns the awful
Truthhis insurance wont cover cosmetic surgery for the accidentally beautiful.
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Travel through a dying world - Ichema | A Special Day - HP Fancomic
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My father died, and then I cried
But I failed to see-
I'm not alone, to sit on the throne.
He lives inside of me.
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My father died, and then I cried
But I failed to see-
I'm not alone, to sit on the throne.
He lives inside of me.
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