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Portrait of Sue

I wanted to write bad stuff about you and hide them all behind some complicated play of words. Instead I feel like crying because my thoughts keep turning back to myself like a strong search light, and all I see … Continue reading

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wild and free

They talk about the tiger and the hawk being wild and free, but the only tiger I’ve seen were half dead in cages, and hawk, in chains, while the sparrows and the pigeons fly, their tiny bodies circling the black … Continue reading

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Girl

Let me tell you about the girl. She was sick and she couldn’t walk through doors unless she walked through them five times more. She couldn’t smile, unless she wiggled her eyebrows, and her mind was dizzy with mental pain. … Continue reading

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as you can

They talked to you about living life as you can, they told you to live only as you could, but they never said that life’s not easy. Even though they knew this, even though we all do, they never say … Continue reading

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The protesting woman

Make up and a head scarf- perfectly done, maybe she likes secret garden ( the K-drama) maybe she is vain, elegantly classy or brazenly crass-y, maybe she is from a çlique, upside, or is rather silly, maybe she’s the next … Continue reading

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The useless woman

Sitting around on the floor the useless woman feeds on paper- reams and reams of it all stacked in piles, trying to fill up her life, her soul, with things to do, pictures to remember. She goes on a journey … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Morning

The bells are ringing, dust is falling, rose petals rain down on the town square… The rest of 2010 can’t feel anything-like a wall- ouch-OUCH-stop that- ALL her fault- can’t think- can’t be myself- ARGH!-like i’ve been sucked dry mentally- … Continue reading

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