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  • The Ends

    Mistakes were made. Elfje poetry in three parts.

  • Long Rifle Drive

    My hands won’t stop trembling, my stomach hurts. I hug myself to stop the feeling, but I can’t.

  • Gray Blue Eyes

    I feel my body plunge into the cool gray-blue windows of Mark’s eyes.

  • Grim Vibes

    When I stopped at home just now, I could feel her as if she were beside me.

  • Outside

    Haiku.

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  • Curious Honey

    I’m sitting in the creamy leather passenger seat of Mr. Paper’s fancy car as we approach Long Rifle Drive.