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Joana.
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I dreamt the dream of horrors I drank the sea of bloodied nightmares And life feels inert now When my eyes cannot be closed With the lack of darkness Looming over my tears He sings in wordless phrases The keys of my plight The rooks that swoon through my brain Scattering feathers black That I've attempted to sweep Those lightless views... Yet alternating notes Gently and insistent form a path Upward and divine In large emotional crescendos Ascending in my soul And I breathe profoundly Awaking to the palpable Still without you, still alone But hopeful.
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fyn gula
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two days. it's been 2 days now. i am a ball of yarn that has fallen down the concrete stairs, silently ascending, unraveling. the kittens follow until i am one long string of memory and they return to their sleep in the sun. i am underscoring every smiling scene. everytime you mentioned us. the two. there is no such thing as an empty canvas because everything waits to be noticed.
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jinx
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is what makes 1 a lonely number
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tree frog night
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can be as bad as one it's the loneiest number since the number one
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is two joanna?
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two
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no.. my name doesn't even begin with a j.
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she surmised that the sticker fell from the tag on his new sweatshirt, landed on the admiral persian carpet, mocking her. she picked at the corner; it stuck to her fingertip, a tiny stamp conveying destination. “stay exactly where you are,” she thought the number transmitted. what constituted a “message” exactly? she was attuned to signs, to any occurrence really, that she could stretch and shape to convince herself she’d emerge on the other side of whatever this limbo was. a woman she didn’t know, a woman who purported to be an expert on numbers (“how does one become an authority on numbers if they’re not a mathematician?” she thought), said that her guardian angels were trying to reach her, that “after a long period of tumultuous struggle and drifting around, you finally get a chance to go forward.” the woman’s advice went on: “move forward despite your fears. you need to be aware of your own strengths and weaknesses in order to succeed. it’s essential to cultivate a positive attitude and belief in our abilities. allow your intuition to guide you. you shouldn’t be hesitant to say what you think.” the small sticker was losing its adhesive properties, stained with the fibers of the carpet it had grabbed onto. she pressed the square against a piece of mail she’d received from her bank she’d been keeping on her desk. the notice held her new debit card with fugitive glue.
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what's it to you?
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blather
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