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Punctured Heart

.this well is deep. .the earth is active and hot. .too many chances missed. .too many lost souls. .the ripe are ready for a harvest. .pick that tree clean sister. .the orchard girls. .between the rows. .collecting the fruit. .the moment we knew we knew. .punctured heart. .the horns of the devil are sharp.

Like Nothing

  Like eating cardboard for days. Like heavy air full of silence. Like a sharp edge of ice. Like a suit hung up in a bag. Like a drooping an...