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Rian Mercer
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Upkeep
There's a higher thing in hyacinths sprinkled on the lawn. They remind me of my love for you; how it threatened to be overgrown. How the upkeep would distress the neighbourhood if not picked and pruned. Yet my blistered hands can no longer stand to aggravat...

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A Terrible Death
I fear not how it would feel to die but to lack feeling, yet I'm self aware that I'm terribly self aware and so terrible.

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Shower
A jet of afflatus in my epicurean contemplation of life as I compose poetry in the shower, trying to get the perfect balance of hot and cold, my fingers webbing from staying in one spot for too long. My memory of the words is swept away in lachryform beads ...

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Escaping my Sepulchre
Removing the boulder of your body, I escaped my sepulchre sequestered, solivagant against the subterfuge and the sins and ill will that had festered. Renascent against the apostasy in animus that made me ascetic, I cursed not the boulder that had held me bu...

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Schiamachy
I studied my shadow's sapient subterfuge as she sequestered in a selenic delight, somewhere I've never gone, in the dead of the night— though I wished that I might. Her swasivious sweven was fleeting and false as she distracted me from my supine routines, i...

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Her Horticultur
The lifeless tendrils of her faded amaranth abate in vicissitude of the verdure found within her Spring. All plucked are her petals, as their douceur dissipates and left is an unbloomed knosp of a madness enate. Still those truculent turbid tendrils tangle ...

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Dinosaurs in School!
A pterodactyl's gliding in the hall, we're all terrified and trying to sing. We all really hope that it will not fall but I spotted some Blu-Tac stuck to its wing. A T-Rex is terrorising the loo  and its arms are too short to wash its hands. I don't know wh...

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The Fortitude of Fallen Foliage
Often is winter's arrival mourned as an icy season of bitter death but I find it rather a time adorned with the opportunity for fresh breath. The solstice is dark and hard to endure and it represents the pessimist's peak, but after that those dark days are ...

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A Cold and Lonely Embrace
Nothing stirred the empty flaking seat;  - not even the leaves cast off of tall pines dared to take spot from the empty chest that waited for its missing piece to come. And so they waited, taking half the bench and watching the frail hands of the watch tick...

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Crying into a Coffee Cop
He gazed at his vacuous visage in the treacled reflection of black coffee, as its steadiness is displaced by his laboured breath from his own brooding reflections. A gulp goes down, to ease his burning throat and then another displacement as the tear weaves...
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