Poetry, or something like it
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The Collector
Stay awake, Dreamer. Minted coins in the penny press Are just that; Flat and worthless. Continue reading
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Ephemera
First dance, first laughs The absurdity of two fish dancing beside us. Our first night lasted for hours, well until the sun rose to greet us. And I didn’t know it would be our last night. Or maybe I did. Continue reading