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Should it be this easy for me to forget what reality looks like? My runaway imagination always tricks me into thinking that each experience will be a white stallion in a meadow who then takes a thrilling dive off a cliff into a ravine and just before touching water, he sprouts wings and finds a... Continue Reading →

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Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

Yesterday Was feet unfreed in iron boots On the floor of a torpid pond. I waited for tomorrow And I breathed until tomorrow, Willing imagined gills from Killing impassioned wills. Today Is a tuft of cotton fibers On the wind flown off the gin. I stay for today And I breathe for today, Submerging my... Continue Reading →

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