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the sun rises
burning the eyelids of my dreaming
my childhood’s residue arises like embers
from an illustrious fire.
It is a long, blinding horizon
with no beginning
when all you have are questions,
no proof of anything.
is when poetry beautifies death
the way anorexic eyes see her desiccated bones...
but I am closer to you now
than I have ever been
and that is
Man's Best FriendPaul shook the ashes off his eyelids as his unfinished cigarette hit the leg of the woman in the short skirt.
“Sorry.” Paul waved his hand apologetically. The woman scurried away angrily, muttering the word ‘pervert’.
He got his key out and entered the small, claustrophobia-inducing space the manager called a room.
It’s been five days since Paul and Tal'shen escaped from Maya and her goons. All the Proxitol has left his system and he has never felt stronger. Amazed at how well he was handling ‘the situation’, Paul rationalized the nightmare by comparing it to an unthinkable disease like cancer. Onc
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