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In the androgynous dark
in darkness, shadows turn to peace, and solitude transposes silence to move against a stubborn will to cease, into a line of moments stealthily building…
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The memory of strangers
you hope that one last word will flow toward the future, one step ahead of us, and all those days too short for memory to…
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The master
set on a path alone among the pine defined horizons, you walk into the nowhere hazed above by eyes that pierce through undefined palettes of…
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Antisonnet 4
to return is not a right, but a wrong move forward, one which will hold no more a promise, but regret, on days when all…