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Together we do the earthy work of laying down our living dead. it’s difficult enough to release our embrace from the ones we must let go, those who’ve slipped away expected or by surprise, leaving just their memories with our cries. but to unearth those whose bodies are still warm, their spirits tightly locked inside
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Life’s so pale these days, the minister of silence is singing me to sleep. There was a day when he wheeled us down the roads like a god. Why is he singing me to sleep now with words I cannot hear, quietly humming until I yawn and disappear. I am not the one who’s dead,
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I used to be a burglar but I quit, quit breaking into houses I’d been invited to by men with promises like keys around their necks. Knocking on your door one night a computer came to answer, it said you were away and refused to let me in. The locks had been changed and my
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My eyes are empty now. I’m looking for someone who will tell me the truths are lies. Truth leaves me alone and shivering outside the door, where I am eyed by the sad and frigid moon. (I am so eager to be deceived, I lie even to myself, ignoring the inner rhythms) I am daughter
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Everything started changing when they realized, reincarnation was not quite what they had believed. Instead, dying was more like pouring into one large universal pond everyone flowed back from again, regardless of how they had behaved. Not moved by how good or bad a self they had been, not influenced by how many good or
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