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What’s Left Beneath

The toast was burnt; the things said, and unsaid – not one slice could be scraped off and buttered back to salvation. I walked away, out into the trees which tangled in a careless, senseless array. They rustled in the … Continue reading

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What We Have

Strip me to the bones. How do you do that? With just a cutting glance. It used to be. Words would stretch. Gossamer. Between us time would pulse. Echo deep. Pounding like the drum. When I bit down, pierced the … Continue reading

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