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0.3
O two toned boy…
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(Back) to the kitchen
the blade, slanted and gray, gleams on the top, suspended by a fraying rope.
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Dash-Dash-Dash
Why not?
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jacket
It smells of soot. A metaphorical, distant soot.
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Once the dust has settled, you climb the tallest hill on the horizon, and once you are atop it, you take in the destruction and sigh.
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0.1
What if I told you,
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sending
Lights above.
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The way
the way you lick your envelopes.
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despite not being religious,
In the midst of hope; I cannot see.
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