rule fifteenDearest Avery and Gage, Last night was sworn to secrecy. Pardon me, but I just can’t stop pretending I’m walking down Main Street of Orion’s Belt. I’ve tried walking on the treadmill while closing my eyes. If only they would close a little tighter, if only this rubber cement were just a little more cracked. Holding onto ‘if only’s’ never took me to those front porches. Holding on never let me fly through trees. The trees that we trule fifteen
down went 348the bullet was my savior clashing of muskets added percussion to the song of death and triumph the identical rusty faces blurry and uncleardown went 348
they all carried their ghost on their sleeve
a burst of hot metal and down went #348 the bullet entered below the ribs and exited through the screams
"my sweet general come and take my hand" "you can't stand when you haven't any legs" the scrape of fingernails across the eyelids of six year old boys the same cold texture of a chalkboard boldly displaying the names of 164 men &nb
Cloud Layers
creative blockage.
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a cylindrical head resting in the arms of a circular rope
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