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Writer/literary editor/blogger/vegetarian. In my free ti—Ooh, maple syrup! *ahem* I write YA, SF&F, Contemporary, poetry, Horror. 안녕하세요 My words are under my ©.
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I allowed your ghost to be the only audience of my ashes falling to wet earth amid faraway trees, soon after buried shallow under radio silent hills. Why are we only released in echoed unrest? We deserve more than caves.

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Took a sip
from your tilted glass,
violets tipping
over its tinted frame,
deflection
pouring
red amassed,
a dread
steeling your name.
The statue stares
at past existence,
Grim Reaper,
Death,
and all we have left
is our tainted
reverie.
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Recollection raised
in your closed glassy eyes due,
tears crystalline blue.

Wishes in a card,
devil's birthday message sent,
any wrapped regrets?

Sealed dreams fanciful,
with the kiss of life come true,
paper gifts delude.

Bagged party memories.

2 16

"I thought it was ferly fungi like those mushrooms resembling the dead's fingers," Abby says, staring at the wailing hordes on shaking knees.
"Somebody charmed the cemeteries again. Wonder who." 347

4 36

We eyed askance the cobblestone path to a cavern beyond sunset trees, agreeing to never set foot on its impulsively combustible dirt. They say gnomes are carried to its depths where their spirits may exact revenge.

6 25

Leveled with my spirit
is a melody
in the leaves,
how their whistles
can't be measured
by anything.
Though trampled
when crossed
upon dangerous soles,
they stay light
and float
where a friend
in the wind goes.
Spring's first dew.

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Wistful string sextet,
a sunburst
rhapsody
playing interlude
to ghosts
of a note.

8 41

Promise me
this brittle paper butterfly
won't be
thrust
into that sea
of sharp brooches
who provoke us
w/ their false
endless
good deeds.
Promise me
I'll go away
where I can
sow precious seeds,
harvest them
forward,
roots free.

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Together we stay
above restless rust,
foolish wisps
in tandem husks,
chipping astray
a deep set
of trapped mind's eye,
prepping an elixir
to stir in
morning sighs.
Constant love
is the strongest crusade
against leaden minutes,
bring us
home.

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