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I didn’t realize that cars bled. I guess it’s because we pay regularly to keep…

I ran. I ran fast as I could, tripped over my laces and eased my…

The growing intersection had flow. A daycare center looked on while a locally renown ice…

My granite face, pock-marked by the razor hail. My scar-spangled arms sway in the wind…

I see an old man in the mirror. He has more wrinkles than the last…

Jonas Turley spent his last breath in a frayed easy chair, listening to a vacuum…