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Cameron Winter
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I think that when he looks at pianos,
The keys are stained and worn in
With grooves and dents,
In the shapes of his fingerprints,
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The Eldest Game
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl
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Portrait of a Man Looking Back
He can see kids glowing in the kitchen,
Hands sticky with sweet gossip,Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he,
A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on, -
Thread
Do you feel your head unspooling into the universe?
The strings are fraying at the edges,
irreparably stained with the stardust at the ends
Of the many worlds you stretch across.
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Sacred Holy Dream
Yes, Alice thought as she drifted deeper into sleep from within that lightless and beautiful place, make it stranger now. Make it all new again.
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Beauty in the Dark.
My very favorite poem is an inarguably terrible one. I do not know its name and do not care to find out if it has a name.
Loves
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Subtle Lies: Self-Deceit's Motivations, Mechanisms, and Effects
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In the dialogue Cratylus, Socrates professed, “There is nothing worse than self-deception—when the deceiver is at home and always with you” (Plato, 1953, p. 374).
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Harveys
There was a man who worked on the corner of Bellevue and St. James six days a week, who only came out at dusk to have a smoke. I usually saw him from a distance, across from the park. He was weary, very weary.
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the man the sea forgot.
I saw the waves
crash over the sand
where you once sat.Your ashes sink
into the waters
you once sailed.Others desecrate
the land
you once found holy.
