January 2011
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Murder mystery
If brevity was The soul of wit, then pray tell Where is the body?
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one night i dreamt of our present condition. you were the plane i waited to land, seen one morning from the roof we’d forgotten to leave. i turned my right where i was to find you, only to find the sky rising past me in miles and myself reaching the ground before you. i awoke to find our present condition.
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Nobody I knew in the atmosphere
save myself
would willingly descend to the Earth and hold creation in his arms. They were wrong.
You were not created in His image, your imperfections far too beautiful to be merely God.
Quite literally, I fell only to be doubted my intentions paving the road to the Hell I created.
Not even I have dominion over my demons
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That moment when you go to the bathroom by...