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Deep Black Green
I cannonball into the deep black green suspended. No noises like my dreams, nothing to be…
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Dearly departed
Yelling out, Where are you, doesn’t make the dead return. Yet you convince yourself that the…
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Funeral Flowers
She was dead long before she stopped breathing. Her sunken, empty eyes held no hope as…
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Open-Ended
I often wonder what moment for you was the pistol and what moment was the decision…