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The chair sits in the empty circle of shadows.

Blindly block the arrows of life

He cries, but no one can hear

He wishes, but no one can answer Continue reading →

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Soft drops flow down glass,
blurring all those million Things;
what is wanted, what Is.
What came of days, plans; Continue reading →

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Sometimes I am mature;
Sometimes I am two years old.
Sometimes I remember to fill the bowl,
Sometimes I eat every bit and wait for more. Continue reading →

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incense billows out in dark black puffs

blocking his face from view

She moves quietly up, stares into his eyes. Continue reading →

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