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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.
Read moreThe 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.
Read moreYou'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?
Read moreIt 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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