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4. birds4. birds there are gulls rolling in on the white curl of each wave and crows blended to the ashes of last night’s4. birds
fire We drowned there in the sand wasting away in the licking of each flicking flame Negatives molted together and new light
paintings are broadcast by the sun like the dancing colors of stained glass windows on grainy stone floors in a church They listened to each other sob and tell stories but On a beach he lies &n
by ~stabbedbycupid
39. daughterssitting in a hard wooden chair in dawn’s last moments i can only wonder if the world really is perfectly formed like the bruised orange in the banana bowl39. daughters
science says so
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32. walk32. walk do you remember yesterday? the rain painted my shirt to my chest and my ribs pushed forward to let my lungs keep me from crying for the trees32. walk
creaking statues for sadness humming songs so that my lips never had to part but when they pressed into the heart of the woods the
rhythm always seemed to slow here as our feet stuck and we collapsed into
the twisted motions of leaves from the highest
branches like iron wrought around our wrists folding hands into promises of
our return in a moment not s
by ~stabbedbycupid
12. fieldevery note marks me with the rows of a field running into infinity12. field
and the taste of snow consumes the salt of wheat lined veins woven into distant designs i
am drawn away into images of thunderstruck irises latched onto oceanwater drifts rolling into the trenches as crops burst into life
by ~stabbedbycupid
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