January 2011
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[Isn’t it clear?] she said, eyeing the pair of scissors in his left hand...
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The modern bedroom burned down around Jesus as he rode off on the winged horse...
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The pale blue sky strung itself upon the darkened thunderous clay figures that...
I never said i was a role model.
I have some regrets
But I can just forget them
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I’ve made mistakes...
A disquiet follows my soul.
I’d cry if I had any real emotion left.
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the Evening Redness in the West
“They entered the city in a gantlet of flung offal, driven like cattle through the cobbled streets with shouts going up behind for the soldiery who smiled as became them and nodded among the flowers and proffered cups, herding the tattered fortune-seekers through the plaza where water splashed in a fountain and idlers reclined on carven seats of white porphyry and past the governor’s...