All Memory

It was late, and the sky had long past burst and cleared into stars when it ran from the trees, like a mass, illuminated into…

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Near the End of It

As I move through this evening, I am reminded of you. During the winter which beat my skin raw, we tried to be someone older….

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It Ends With Three.

And the hands begin floating out in the open— all fingers like predisposed tiger lilies. * In the end, there is water hung over the…

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