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The Killing Field


The children run and play amongst the broken bones. Roses grow and butterflies fly above our fallen foes. We cannot escape as much as we turn from the past. Our feet shuffle and toes squish amongst the fallen ash. Tears … Continue reading

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A Nod to Poe


How sweet is the tender touch as I caress your every limb. Our lips meet and thoughts collide on each and every sin. Even as I take you into my warm embrace. I smother the image by destroying your very … Continue reading

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