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Snowfall
As dry as sand,
wrung out and shrunken from the cold,
loose and shivering like dead hemlock needles in a parched winter wind,
puddling and sifting in the wake of footsteps.
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Blind
I awake on the floor in the dark. All around me is emptiness, inexplicable emptiness. The thick blackness pushes against my eyeballs, digging its thumbs into my skull. Disoriented, I scrabble against the floor, a thin and matted carpet.
Loves
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glass hearts
it's dark.
you wouldn’t know that if you looked at me,
of course
you wouldn’t even know i’m there
transparent, lucid,
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Three Hearts
Octopuses have three hearts. I’ve been told that I do too. Is it the way I look at you or the way I listen? Is it how I place my hand on your shoulder or how I smile?