POETRY
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Some Kind of Death
As the hours stretch into a neverending gray blur, like a sleeping city’s nightscapes watched from a speeding machine, will you confess that your sober…
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The Cruor Canon
In that is a satisfaction, an evident love, the kind like you swathe up in; foams, silks, and much gaiety.
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Dew Day EXCERPT
She felt smaller than usual beneath his gaze, beneath that teething-ginger mouth with that dreadful smoke oozing through his crooked off-white teeth.
Berry Black 