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a concept or mental impression;
the aim or purpose

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Unconfess

Whatis this sorrowcreeping in? Perhaps I discovered the meaning behind killing butterflies, particularly the common yellow grass. Before this silence,an unstable, mutatingsilence, was the undeniable soundof thunder. The green larva, common as the color of leaves, sneaks its way up— from ground to foot to limb I do not always prayfor sunshinein the rain. In… Continue reading Unconfess

What I did

Today I sat down to read a book.On the last line of the paragraph,My eyes closed shut. So I got myself a pen to drawthe dark, but there was not enough ink.I knew even though I couldn’t see. When I opened my eyes, I figuredTo pour a well of ink on a tray,Soak the paper… Continue reading What I did

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