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Crossing Fate








isn’t like crossing the street. Fate

manicures her touch

to suit the style

of your destiny.

Some days she carries a pen.

And some days she carries a knife. 38 more words

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Eating the Thesaurus (A List)






Your breath is perfumed with language. Words eke out when you exhale. I stand near you and smell the saltiness of consonants and the sweetness of vowels. 352 more words

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