In my warm hands
I form my dreams.
All that I am,
comes to shape
for another to eat.
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I looked around me, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, dry and swollen. I sat alone, the diner in front of me closed, the sign ... -
Must I ask permission for wandering afar? Away in to the mountains where there is only green. To lie upon a small blanket, like th...
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