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  • sun dreams

    Sun dreams! You are naughty, wakeful spiteful dreams! Leaving no trace but a whisper, a whisper Uttered by those who know but stranger to the one whose fate is sowed In sun dreamed dreams

  • Trilogy of 10-line Poems

    Between Birth and Decay My aunt had cancer. Actually, she still does. It’s just rotting with her bones in an underground cavern. Between birth and decay, it’s the suffering that counts. Malinger away. Two other aunts have cancer now. Don’t they deserve it, never coming to visit never seeing the suffering until the end. More…