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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Hurricane Smile

I pay no attention to the forecast,
 I just blend into the weather.
 
Was it not clever
 to attempt to tether
   our pleasures together
     to the feathers of forever?
 
I knew you were a dream
 when I was going through you.

(2014)

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Altre opere di Lxnnnie Rutledzh...
Homogeny

As in The ice petals of an orchid challenging an entire glacier comprised of all that enchanted the very same seed from which
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Lavishly Apt

There is a lot more or less to this than you think. Lure into legend
A Sonnet to Venus from Mars

In case you vow to drown my love i… Without my mind inclined to see th… I hope you know, I live and thriv… I’ll torch the bridge before you r… The will I sow, I do, with what…
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Solace

Sinking yet rising with mighty suspension impeccable snowflake of
The Fuck in Which They Gave

(The whole point to why he did it, Was not that he gave a fuck— But rather, To explicate the fuck in which he… He said….
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Mulch Man

I am now In the midst of shaping shifts into riddled bits of cryptic myths
Perfect Mirror

Sidewalk prison for an innocent ro… All creatures bow to the almighty… Only the brave attempt the other s… For home is divided by the conveni… and greed of an ignorant unciviliz…
La Corona Whiffs

My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
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Little Miss Giving

Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters
fictiononfiction

defied by hell beside myself i tried to tell this lie so well. if only my skill
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Redacted

I have been in a thousand houses that have dining rooms that are never used. When I look into the river— My reflection is refused.
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Raid

A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
Buddha’s Sister

Dreams are escape from the undergr… I overdose and write it down— Reality comes From all around; Look at this pretty flower I’ve f…
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A Curse in the Rout

(In the beginning of the 3rd millennium of a simple calendar from a twisted religion on a beautiful planet
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Lines

The blender of time has utilized my face as a map to find its way back home. Discombobulation
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