Doubt, don't you dare come near me right now. I am not interested in having you around. Your zombie presence is palpable. Any minute a ripped sleeved arm will smash through the window, grabbing and stretching. Move on to the next victim.
Let me relish in the flashbacks, wincing at each jolt of electricity. I wonder if it stems from the ovaries?
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- on running away to join the circus
- sandcastles
- that girl
- stop
- clearly going to explode
- when things were simple, they never were
- no accident
- when the waves came
- wincing
- morning after
- open
- on doubt and impatience
- this morning
- lights are out
- out there
- once you go through, you can't come back
- pas de deux
- fermished
- occasionally looming
- dinner guest
- in the bones
- finding la mer
- smoke signals
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