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K.W. Burnette commented on the post, primitive 1 year ago
furred hands below knees descend and find rocks in the ground and then become rocks themselves, lost to sedimentary ages as footsteps embedded in mud, forever the source of paper and ridicule from the future. What […]
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K.W. Burnette commented on the post, instrumental 1 year ago
Its funny that this was it. The final movement, because now All I can do is listen and know that everything is perfect. Whatever filter for cliche I have has escaped me this moment. So just listen, if you read […]
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K.W. Burnette commented on the post, alibi 1 year ago
She walked into the office, breathing like a hurricane and burning like london. Guilty. I knew. So Guilty. But then, so was I. Sin is a thing I cannot avoid, not with a woman like that. Cliches fail me. She was my […]
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K.W. Burnette commented on the post, entice 1 year, 1 month ago
millions of dark empty miles between everything, and us. We lie separated from the universe by the universe itself, a self defining, self correcting equation of solitude. But they call to us, don’t they, the emptiness calls.
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K.W. Burnette commented on the post, nourish 1 year, 1 month ago
Lifeblood’s trickle is moving down her back, small pools of muscle born and die, shift like continents. The world, she is, or mine, perhaps. We took a look and realized loving earth was more than apt
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K.W. Burnette commented on the post, bitten 1 year, 1 month ago
today. it was today.
hi
