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The CollectorShe captured and stored seven months of summer dew in mason jars While counting all the stones in Achaean’s drying river From branches of a cypress tree; she tallied every moment of happiness On the souls of her calloused, mud caked feet. Commercialized Remnants of fractured buttons and Barbie heads slept in a faded cigar box With Trina scrawled on the bottom in robin eggs blue crayon. Colored glass bottles littered the roots of her cypress tree, an existentialist Graveyard haunted by bees drawn to dappled shade by theThe Collector
Lingering sickly sweet smell of strawberry soda and pixie st
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love is an allusionCalling all Romeos, Calling all Juliets, This thing you drink poison forlove is an allusion
Is naught but paper back novels and
Sawdust used to cover the carnival vomit of three year olds. It is as empty and as lasting as a chrysalis and that
Butterfly died before it flew; behold it’s wingless form.
Set your cap Miss Marianne, and fill your days with fancy Don’t cry to me though,
When the glue fails as adhesive and
The threads all go snap,
Leaving you with a dust bin full of leaves and
Muddy footprints on your sole.
Spineless Helene, Wh
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Lockdark hallway.Lock
its cold and cerulean gray.
I shiver,
shiver,
shiver.
Something's gnawing on my stomach and
its just behind the door.
The key is in the lock,
but my hand is made of
porcelain-lead,
too fragile and
heavy to face the dark.
by ~Abstract-Owl
Waiting Room The dried gym sock and lingering coffee scents mingle into one familiar and tiresome burden to my olfactory senses. The paint is peeling, a screaming cliché howling with laughter as tears roll down its face. The walls are shaking, reveling in absolute absurdity, trying to pretend the tears weren't colored with a weeping cerulean crayon.Waiting Room
Torn yellow sponge is bleeding through the aged chair's jagged red pleather skin. My fingers fidget and play with its entrails, twisting its frayed and fading tissues around a nervous
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Love is like Photography it only develops in Darkness
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Love is like Photography it only develops in Darkness
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Love is like Photography it only develops in Darkness
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