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staring
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raze
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deep into the eyes of uncertainty, plotting your next move.
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130109
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raze
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at the dust that sits atop a dormant old laptop like a fine mist of snow.
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130110
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raze
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at a painting, allowing all of its possible stories to manifest and then scatter like soft-focus dreams too elusive to hold onto.
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130112
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raze
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at grass that refuses to die.
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130113
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raze
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at an impenetrable blue ceiling of a sky.
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130116
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raze
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at crystalline white powder that fell from the sky.
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130121
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raze
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into darkness.
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130129
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raze
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into the face of fear, and pulling the trigger to find the gun was loaded all along. and then thinking, "what did i just do?"
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130204
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raze
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through an open door, at an empty hallway.
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130206
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Pilgrim
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More of a Gaze Really
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130206
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raze
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into the deep red sea.
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130304
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Pilgrim
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At the Damn_captca
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130304
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Pilgrim
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With failing eyes scratched by the sands of passing time bearing the Retinal Scars Earned from Staring into the Naked Light of the Sun. But You learn to work around Things.
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130304
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raze
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(wow. i like that, pilgrim.)
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130304
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Pilgrim
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If only this was more Metaphor and Less Fact.
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130305
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raze
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at puddles silently being filled.
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130311
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raze
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at a container of smokehouse almonds, trying to resist. good god, i could marry those things.
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130319
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raze
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at the wall.
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130328
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raze
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at the shadows just a little light can cast.
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130402
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... |
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raze
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at a failed reflection.
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130424
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... |
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raze
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at two thirds of an unmade bed.
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130527
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... |
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raze
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at the collarbone of another friday, jutting out of the day's sluggish body.
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130531
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raze
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at the nape of ennui's neck, soft, hairless, perversely inviting.
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130604
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raze
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at the bubbles forming in a pot of boiling water.
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130703
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unhinged
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i went to take the trash out and there were two b boy types sitting on the ledge waiting for something, someone. the one with the tats turned to watch me walk away, his eyes squarely on my ass. i almost didnt go back out with the compost. it makes me feel gross and afraid when guys look at me like that now. the irony of being stared at like a piece of meat while i was taking out the trash was not lost on me.
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130704
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raze
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at a moth the colour and texture of some regal tablecloth. it's been rooted to the same spot for at least three days.
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130819
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... |
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raze
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at a glass of meatloaf grease. it looks like something that's trying to be root beer.
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130902
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raze
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in the mirror at my own tired eyes. they're very green all of the sudden.
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130919
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raze
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not now, but last night: watching the macbook's sleep indicator light do its slow blink, then holding a half-full bottle of water in front of it, mesmerized by milky moments of glow.
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131007
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raze
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at the half-moon in an_oil_painting_sky.
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131011
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jane
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back at me, the blue in her eyes seemed to deepen. i'd noticed them before, but not like this. it had been so long. the curls angelic around her face, i wanted to touch her so badly. what's the next step? where are my boundaries? she proved to me she has my back. and i proved to her she has my heart.
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131011
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... |
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raze
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at a dark screen become a mirror, then a dark screen again with the loss of light.
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131203
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raze
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at something soft and smooth and pale.
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140322
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raze
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at a cloth grocery bag two shades of green, as a little bit of sun makes the front face look like it's glowing from within.
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140324
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... |
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raze
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at a cream-coloured shirt that probably hasn't fit me in eight or nine years. it's a nice colour.
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140326
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raze
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at glossy wood, remembering how dust formed a face there once.
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140428
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... |
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raze
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at a nail that will probably never grow into anything that looks normal again, but it does what a nail is supposed to do, so if it wants to curve in ways the others don't and look a little wonky, well, that's its business.
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140809
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gja
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straight ahead
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140809
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... |
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raze
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at the place the moon would be if i could see through the ceiling.
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140814
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flowerock
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at the actual moon... huge and peeking out of the sky. so cool like she s wearing a sideways hat and not caring, because she really is THAT cool... or a glowing pregnant belly full of stars... is she winking? I think she is definitely smiling.
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140814
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... |
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raze
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at a face that's changed too much and not enough.
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141230
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... |
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raze
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at a picture of neon yarn. it's hypnotic.
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150114
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... |
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flowerock
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Mmmm.... yarn_porn
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150114
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... |
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raze
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at new sheets, thinking they're a little too silky. they haven't lived enough yet.
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150624
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... |
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raze
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at the width of the wood. the curve of its hips.
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170112
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... |
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raze
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at the past through the prism of the present.
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170626
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... |
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raze
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at a hair tie that's curled itself into the shape of a heart.
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211002
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... |
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raze
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at the morning, cold and damp and reluctant to give up its secrets, but no less compelling for it.
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211030
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... |
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raze
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at an old brown extension cord that's contrived a way to form a figure eight on the floor.
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220126
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... |
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raze
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at the silver plate that covers the buckle on my belt, its sideways stance distorting its features so it resembles a very surprised bearded robot face.
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220307
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... |
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raze
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at veins and tendons intertwined.
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230410
|
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... |
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raze
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at a plush dog staring back at me.
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250124
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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