The Burning of Paper
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I am afraid to get distracted from my chess – your lips are an infinite well of calling I want to turn these moves over in my mind but you are there whipping up fun with your tongue Even as I try to populate my thoughts with Knights and Queens your toes are prancing up [...]

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The drugs are wearing a baseball cap, if you catch my drift out to sea on a tiny little tug boat named me me me. If only losing coherence was this much fun: I might cry less. (April 12 Challenge The drugs are wearing a baseball cap. The baseball cap lives on a dandelion. The [...]

Because another human is not simply skin, you cannot just shed them and be done. So we look back at my leaving. At now and your freedom. Do not try to erase my shadow – it has slithered away on its own. (April 11 Challenge.)