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Out of Line

What’s unknown, if it’s me assume the worst – what little’s known of me runs worse to worst. You hate me? Get in line. You’re not the first. Behind my back, what gossip! I don’t mind you stabbing at my … Continue reading

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Bitter spit’s its own, its own worst word to benefit what’s left unheard as first intended, meant to end itself, to break the crack apart, enough to break away from him, from his intent. He meant the worst of words. … Continue reading

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Clarior e Tenebris

I had a father once. If that light’s so damned crucial without the dark it’s in, then what’s the dark doing here anyway? Continue reading

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