>the initials carved into the treeout front of grandma’s house an incantation, provingnothing of magic in this world soil better for the seedsbucolic burials left…

>still without the white windbut aching, then a coughno, the sky palms its cool raintoward the eastern shore’s aching eyesprone, though immune to the festering…

> given that it is morning certain chores must get done forget the teeth the spare skin littering the livingroom’s floor first you must jump…

>”I’m sitting way too close to the fire with all the shit I’m dosing imprecisely on the precise moment the minute hand lumbers over the…

> sorry for what you’ve become while you were sleeping i fell in love it didn’t take long, i know maybe i think i could…

> Comfort or quietnothing echoes whenthe windows let up their gazesnow falling somewhere, breath insidesoon a child’s steel will freezeno thing can satisfy me noyou…

>‘The pink is pulled in now and that’s fine, but what about the panic and the fear?  what about you-know-who who will happen to the…

>… discourse into the vein but how in? the image rides or bursts like a bust of Ludwig Van dropped from the super-story sky scraper…

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