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I am not a ghost, yet Dismembered, Dislocated, Disembodied, I have moved through time, Indifferent, Insensible, Invisible. . . . © WhatHabit Co. and Words For Leaving, 2010 to 2015. All rights reserved.

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Read More House Finches Kissing


Who’s that? In his bright red coat, She in her drab, Enjoying the crisp Fluffing in the cold. Kissing furiously Like couples Of my Imagined Paris. How lovely! Oh. Oh! Delightful! They were Only Cleaning Each […]

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