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Graveyard
I always found the taste of Heaven stale, like coffee three days old. I prefer to spend my nights in graveyards with ghosts, in the company of stone angels and cemetery cats whispering my secrets to...
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Rapture
In this, my final mortal moment As the layered veil of secrets Like my breath, sure and softly drawn Beneath my pale and frightened gaze As my clay-sculpt feet are slowly and with love gently lowered...
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It Is The Season
“God talks in the trees.”– Thomas Merton, The Sign of Jonas It is the season of sleeping late while dreaming of red-orange trees shuddering in the evening breeze. These are the short dayswhen the...
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Wrath of the Phoenix
Laugh at my misfortune, rejoice in my defeat: Plunder that which I hold dear, for I am incomplete! My foolishness brings you delight, my tears a source of glee; Be careful though, for you don’t know,...
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