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138 items found for "Excerpts from The Found Journals of the Angel in Black"

  • Yellow, I Am

    taxi cabs carrying strangers to distant places, in broken lines of beaten asphalt, in poles erected from

  • Liquid Language

    With no options left, he followed the sound. He followed the sound for what felt like months.

  • Pinky

    I know you hide from me But sometimes I wish you stood next to me Wrapped your arms around me I want

  • Anathema

    Now that the light is fad i n g the south stares from across the earth.

  • Funerals are for the Living

    I’ve seen multiple people from my childhood pass on already and I'm not yet 21.

  • Hands

    some precious oaths The yellow-grayish wall is like a chopping board, bringing the moist atmosphere from

  • 6:50

    it’s 6:50 am if we become separated from each other meet me underneath the shadow of the watermelon vine

  • Bird's Kingdom

    The sea is also a line Bird hangs on the line forever The sun is born from here Bird says: I am the moon

  • d/dx (k)=0

    However, there are a multitude of times advanced hearing is greatly advantageous, aside from the obvious Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. or otherwise, through friends lost and friends made, through scars, through new smile lines or the lack

  • Sukiyaki

    They keep their back to us, but I know they’re listening. “Satoshi.” Dad snaps his fingers at me. Dad takes them by shoulders, giving me a pointed look before steering his partner out from behind the Be smart,” Kei calls from the door. They take dad by the arm.

  • Spectrophilia

    like a whispered sigh Between groans are terms of endearment: my love, my Lilith she’s crawled to me from filled the room with the smell of sex like freshly turned earth Chills run down my neck, up my arched back

  • WAR

    Why don’t we fight back and leave Her? Fight back, win your love for your fellow man, be a prophet of Peace, and you need to be killed, silenced We crave War, feed from Her as She does us, a cyclical silencing that we can escape only in death.

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