If there was no consequenceI would recreate the margarita: Substitute the juice of a whole…
Poetry
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The victorian mirror hanging in the waiting room pulled her body to a halt. She…
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Ocean speaksounds like a storm surge in a sea of undulationchoking in between the sentences…
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When am I gonna lose youtrickles out of her headphones and I laugh.I’ve become an…
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I only spent a short time glowing, dancing in his Garden of Elysianyou see, my…
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I met my soulmate on Memorial Day. And yet. I knew he would walk. His…
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History repeats itself back to the Age of Glassa frail world governed by fearwhere we…
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I have been here before, I swear. Wearing this stubborn heart on my sleeve and…
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She traded dolls for the moon,the ambitious little girlable to grasp it with her tiny…
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What my mouth means when it opensis that I want to eat you whole To…