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Flash

Glass as skin, wings as paper

I’ve always felt I belonged in the cold.  I’ve chased the sensation of that first clean intake of cold air for as …

The Spear

What is yours and what was mine, Divided like property in a settlement, Take this, you take that, take it all away …

Pulse

Paint me a picture in blood, Not spilled, rusted and flaking from your designs but, But… In the flush of your cheek, …