Honor Song For James M. Swan by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY You think This Is civilization This Is only Architecture Society Built on lies Destined to crumble Falling from sky Ash like...
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1:33 A.M. by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY I'm awake Thinking about the shape of the feel of building the need of your tempting lips. Would they be hummingbirds hovering the languid temptation of a...
Sycophant by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY We are all broken bits left over from some end, doorways leading to empty rooms. We run while we wait for something to move, everyday a barter of quench and...