September 18, 2017
310 – Cntrl-Alt-Hell
It shouldn’t be
That difficult.
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September 15, 2017
309 – WYSIWYG
What you see
Is what you get.
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September 14, 2017
308 – Daymare
Her pale, naked body
Quietly hovered
Over the fields
Of freshly planted
Shrapnel.
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September 13, 2017
307 – Quest
She reached out
To feel within
The darkness.
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September 12, 2017
306 – Sleepless
She felt her quietly snoring beside her. The warmth of her soft breath gently caressing her neck.
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September 11, 2017
305 – Punchline
They say the gods
Have a sick
Sense of humor.
That’s not totally untrue.
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September 8, 2017
304 – Fault-line
The first three days
Were the most difficult.
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September 7, 2017
303 – Curtain
The gloomy sky keeps crying,
A million beads of molten grief
Slowly pummel out the life
From a tired and rusty
Golden clockwork heart.
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September 6, 2017
302 – Normal?
She wasn’t sure
She if could make it,
Or even if
She should try.
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September 1, 2017
301 – Fluffy devils
A good stretch
In the morning,
A little patch
Of sunshine.
Tiny daily bits
Of sensuous bliss.
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