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Steve Buscemi Eyes

for J.P. Joe dreams like a man condemned. He experiences REM like a man submerged. In this particular dream, Joe wears a large, moon-sized watch on his wrist, an unusually small wrist for a man. Joe would not dream of … Continue reading

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Moriah Will Link Arms With You

Her face burns in a tall candle. Strike a match between you fingers and call her back into existence. Hundreds just like her are packed in decomposing boxes. It was the bulk price of grief that the innocent pay. She … Continue reading

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