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Sebastian
Sebastian Modahan sold canteens, because it was the best job he could get that a freewoman would not take. He sold the canteens to colonists inside the steep-walled valley that carved the Chevan isthmus. He was not sure why the manufacturers peddled so far into neutral territory, although the pamphlets the company had given him were meant to enlighten him on that matter. But he could not read. The pamphlets were still useful, despite his inability to decipher the letters; they made good kind
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Sophomoric SwansongYear Two spent like two bucks on fast food and faster kisses on ink for writing sophomoric prose on palms licked clean of saltSophomoric Swansong
Fast and fair, like a blonde, we loved, we wasted, we end like a carnival without fireworks
Closed too early for explosions the sky still copper with dying light deconstruction calling for flood lights that burned the ground gold yellowed the litter and prizes the strewn tickets used for rides thick food thick thighs syrup
the Wheel rolls up and down cars rocking in wind &n
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WarmHot is my mouth when I first wake up and haven’t brushed my teeth Hot is cheap smoke hitting my throat the cough I try to hide Hot is masturbation in the bathroom Hot is HoustonWarm
Cold is teeth in the aftermath of Ben&Jerry Cold is wind and rain, three miles and no car Cold is February 14 and January 26 Cold is the taste of your skin Cold, when you're done with me
The same cells are used to feel both Hot and Cold The same organ feels both Hate and Love and in their absence I prod about my body to see which organ feels warmth
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ApologyThis apology is not an apology for action but for inactionApology
For letting embarrassment gag my mouth, pride tie my hands
For allowing loneliness and fear nearly let a friendship crumble
Hoping it hasn't crumbled At least hoping, if it is crumbling,
that these words put forth the first effort to mend the walls of a fortress
impregnable to arrows, slings, and fortune but nearly toppled by silence.
This places one buttress to keep the roof held up Now, waiting for you to move your hand
I can't keep up a fortress alone
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