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Acoustic Voice
There is this type of control I feel coming on strongly not from my hands, but in waves of thought. I expect things of myself and that carries through to everyone in my space. Acoustic sounds are what I feel when I hear your voice, your laugh and shy look. The sound you make is…
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Grammar Fire
With mouths loosely whispering words, a grammar fire can easily take hold. I warned you about our conversations, so out of control, its best to escape them. I like your clean, yet cluttered room. I love when I can smell my cologne on you. Yesterday, you wanted to make love you invited me to come…
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Social Control
Locked in a temperamental room he glances to inspect the walls, just as the ceilings start closing in. It’s never comfortable being told there is nowhere to go, just as you’re standing there sadly, the floor is ripped away. Void of all his safety nets, he has only had himself to depend on and it’s…
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Portrait Display
With a tray of colored inks tonight she’ll be customized kneeling to a heavy brush the torture plays in her mind. The deepest red and orange to shoulders, cupped and swirling down her body highlighting her accentuated curves. The girl knows she’s pretty, even with all the obvious flaws. The cold ink crawls down her…
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The Sun and Sky
Today the sun is faint its pulse weak from yesterday it was altogether too much too soon to share its full strength. Today the skies have closed, asking us to go inside to find our own source of warmth. Perhaps the Gods are merely playing with us, forget Spring and all her flowers. In equal…
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