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Puckering your lips

Puckering your lips can get you dead even if no sound comes out; even if the song’s for your heart. You can’t ask Henry. He’s our example.

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Collage: Scatter Shot Serenade

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The horizon is irreparably marred

The horizon is irreparably marred by the arrival of these men. Our tomahawks raised, greeting a dismantling so profound, we become shadows.

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You've shown me so many shades

You’ve shown me so many shades of purple. Like the one here at my collarbone. And this one in the small of my back. What should I color you?

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It was a night of a million stars

It was a night of a million stars. In the boat she fits perfectly into the cuff of his arm until a shove & the lightless coffin of water.

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