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Where Emptiness Leads
early morning darknesshouse chill from winter's nighthe sits on the couchalone, sadtentatively tasting an emptinesshe can't yet labelhe waits for the padded arms of the couchto wrap and hold himassure him the emptinesswhatever it iswill passor fillor perhaps take himsomewhereanywhereinto… Continue reading
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The Raid
"Drop the pen.Step away from the notebook.That's it…nice and slow…easy now…keep your hands where we can see them." I comply.They frisk meand find two blue Uniballshidden in my left sock,but that's it. After a search of the house,they leavewith a… Continue reading