buckchristensen:
we do not print fiction
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of frost and flame
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the voyeur
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with my half of the ransom, I bought sunflowers
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morning moon through crabapples
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waiting is a trap
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where the buffalo roam
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she bangs on her drums all day
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decide what to be and go be it
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November moon through newly naked branches
buckchristensen:
where the paint boileth over
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A Christmas Story
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are we in my dream, or in yours?
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which to cross and which to burn
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Mount Moran surveys her blazing aspens
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a secret
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soulmates
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I'll take mine black, and airborne
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an occurrence at gibbon river bridge
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titled
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crabapples
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the long way home
buckchristensen:
somewhere in the morning there is a twinkling
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cold resolve
buckchristensen:
It is not the length of life, but the depth of life...
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one last evening breath
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where the watertower watches over them
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once upon a twilight...
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if we had only known
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snakes
