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You're running through dusty streets of Baghdad Tumbling down red sand The distant prayer calling for your survival Distinct echoes of your footsteps A hymn of bare skin and dirt Asking for nothing but forgiveness

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I HEART CIGARETTES

When my mother was seventeen she was pregnant with me and she smoked an awful lot of cigarettes. I think this has affected me. Ever since I came of age, I’ve craved endless cigarettes, All kinds; regulars. lights. Cigarettes with menthol. Fruit flavored. Nutty. It’s more than delighting in the sight of smoke as it’s expelled […]

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Dream in Symmetry

I awaken to find myself in a dreamy sleep. My teeth fly from my head as metal does to a magnet. I am floating in everything and nothing. I am floating in the Void. Terrors and fears meld with memory to create a grotesque menagerie of figures simultaneously immediate and distant; caricatures intimately unfamiliar. I […]

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where does the sidewalk *begin*

where does the sidewalk begin. balancing on a half feet wide curb red as sin speckled with red and yellow spit phlegm mucus spittle betel roses of Rasily float in the poisoned wind empty supari pakets the new plastic happundu buildings chewed awayy the sidewalk parked bikes ate the road i lose my balance to […]

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