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together we were yellow-happy lucky number sevens and you kept me warm, saying, i’m with you we were white-hot like the aftermath of lightning imprint
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Give me a clean box To put my love in/ /I will We will be vivid and liquid When we are alone And lit from
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Once I moved closer to the ocean I finally wrenched my body out from under the circular core of the earth. I was covered in
When the dog lost its molarThe transformation beganTwo novel appendagesForming atop my foreheadDawn, skin breaking A skull dilapidatedSpiritual shreddingCurved teeth emit shrieksSatinification takes certainTime, focus,
It’s the kind of stillness where you forget to breathe. Forget the rain. Only when I break puddles into fragments, cracking them loose like glass,
when we awoke sunday morning, dark water had turned sparkling cradled by shore. eight of us sprawled in sand and sunlight sweat trickling down backs
They called in broken sentences with urgent tones. His breaths were not his own, and his body stiff, fastened to the hospital bed. The breathing
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