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| a. j. huffman |  | 1. The Midnight Mirror I let him take my hands. And follow his lead as he pulls me back into a light I never remember leaving. And I stand unafraid of his inspections. Safe in the knowledge that I am not what he can see. And when he smiles, I touch his face. Assuming the role. Of a ghost he needs to haunt his dreams. 2. When It Rains In December Death moves with me. Across this pillow at night. Touching my hair, my eyes, with the ash of his withered blue tongue. Then he rolls over, and I am free. Left alone in this dreamtime to walk these unlit halls. Shoving my shadow further beyond his reach. But I always remember the probabilities as time runs endless over his smile. Until the distance disappears with the harbored image of a box I need to lock to live. 3. Just Rewards look for frames with unspoken sympathies adjust your world accordingly sometimes i think breakfast at seven with the right accent pieces does it fast perfection neon now logged over a thousand miles there's only one solution moisture decidedly more sinister this universal language but it's sure going to be hard to hide | |
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