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    The Devil and Mrs Jones

    The air in the backroom of the Puffin Muffin Lounge carried the scents of stale whiskey, cheap perfume, and something akin to brimstone and broken promises. There, Mrs. Jones was found. She was difficult to find, and obtaining her...

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    Phantom Weight

    ...a phantom weight of roller skates with no bonesto ferry clinging to the ankles, uprooting the deadnow just a shadow of nostalgia in an empty cup with dredges of dear bitter-sweet Sherry whisperingno soles for the flit of feet...

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    Asphalt Over Wool

    ...anon shadows fall in headlights gathering fabrics of souls falling deeper into the night as the radio confesses life's innersanctum in the periphery, reflecting the city of infinite obscurity pulling asphaltover the wool

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    Should Have Been

    π’œ π“Œπ’½π’Ύπ“ˆπ“…π‘’π“‡ π’»π“‡π‘œπ“‚ π“Œπ’½π‘’π“‡π‘’ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ’Ή π“ˆπ’½π‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 π’½π‘œπ“π’Ήπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’Ύπ“‰π“ˆ 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒢𝓉𝒽 π’Άπ“‚π‘œπ“ƒπ‘” 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“‰π“‡π‘’π‘’π“ˆ π‘œπ’» π’»π’Άπ“π“π‘’π“ƒπ’Άπ“Šπ“‰π“Šπ“‚π“ƒ'π“ˆ π“π‘’π’Άπ“‹π‘’π“ˆ π‘œπ“ƒ π“…π’Άπ“‰π’½π“ˆ π‘œπ’» π’·π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’Έπ’½π‘’π‘’π“€π“ˆπ’Ήπ‘’π‘’π“…π‘’π“‡ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒢𝒾𝓃𝓉 π‘’π’Έπ’½π‘œπ‘’π“ˆ π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“…π‘’π“ƒπ’Ήπ“Šπ“π“Šπ“‚'π“ˆπ’Έπ“π‘œπ’Έπ“€, 𝒢 π“Œπ’½π’Ύπ“ˆπ“…π‘’π“‡ π’»π“‡π‘œπ“‚ π“Œπ’½π‘’π“‡π‘’ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ’Ή π“ˆπ’½π‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒...

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    Sauntering Over The Host

    Smitten by the scent of decadence, hungering a thousand beguiles in my cold-grave of winter shade. Listening to the teapot tinkle, whispering to dead souls. In hiatus beneath the gravestones through the permafrost of high back chairs. Tasting death's...

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