Category: writing
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circa 2007 My eye has been twitching off and on for the past three or four days, a sure sign that something’s not right in my world. The snow and ice and rain and cold move me backward through time even though the here and now negates anything and everything I felt then. I often…
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in the darkwe are equalsstrange wallshold us indifferent my hand is right here empty and waiting for yours breath for a breathknow me nowbetter than this bedcan ever know a bodyi trust you not to crush me in your palm-rjm
loose threads 