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    Drawn out
    A life story
    Lined out
    Black ink trailing
    Down the arm

    The beginning of a quilt
    A patchwork of tattoos
    Ringed around the wrist
    Down the veins
    Like self-harm

    Flooded the senses
    Needle touching skin
    Memories redacted
    What’s out, now in

    Stories maybe colored,
    Mostly black and toned
    Choice of flash tattooing
    Maybe drunk, maybe stoned

    Adrenaline beginning
    A destructive art perhaps
    A rush of thrill, joyful
    A story told, at last.


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    Burning golden
    Waves of wheat

    Burning, unbearable sunlight
    If these waves brush too close
    Like match sticks
    Erupting into flame

    Lashed to the prairies


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    welled up
    anxiety
    headache, stomach ache
    heart throbbing, water in
    throat
    bubbling
    bubbling
    b u b b l i n g
    so many, losing air
    drowning, sleeping
    light through water, a crescent moon
    on window pane
    fingers to glass


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    the thrash of leaves
    pockmarked by the sun,
    drifted, blown
    acrid air on that exhale.
    we gulped volcanos
    that summer,
    the land on fire,
    sunsets so red,
    lipstick left on white collars,
    an infidelity all before dusk


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    swirling mass of colors
    dancing in heaven's flowers
    having yourself a sleepy dawn
    grey here, since you're gone

    a cinnamon afternoon pick-me-up
    wondering if I was enough

    spring breeze aloft
    cozy evening, tender soft

    whispering, night vision
    eyes to the sky, rosy prism
    frigid cold to the touch
    I miss you, so much


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