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Cookie Box (Libro de Firmas)

The “C” is for “cookie”. The “V” is for “vitreous” (one of the most beautiful words EVER). The “T” doesn’t really mean anything, it’s just a bridge to cross the void between the “C” and the “V”. Cross it.
CTV

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The “void” part makes you so old…
NZ

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It’s like a flash, breaking in into the deepest depths, lighting the everdark.
AZA

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[This is] residual waste found on the outskirts of Chernobyl
Monsieur Letroll

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Makes me think of the old days, somehow… do I deserve a cookie YET?
Same Old Joe

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I could tell you a metaphysically twisted story or just spit in your face that it doesn’t mean a thing.
ISV

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An ever-dynamic juggernaut made of cookie dough mixed with the precise amount of Veronese green, sphinx and chocolate. Even better if served with vanilla milkshake. 10/10, would acquire again.
Artie P. Owl

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I tried once to read your work, but it made no sense at all.
JD

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Your blog is an intellectual orgasm.

Mr. S.

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I don’t get it.
ALV

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I never wrote a poem

Crossthevoid 25 octubre, 2015 In English / Poetry2 Comments

I never wrote a poem. If I ever, ever did, I locked it in a drawer and forgot where was the key.   There’s always another chamber, other layers, onion ring, and waiting, across the hallway, another pair of feet.   I never wrote a poem. Almost never got naked – Deep

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