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The Bookends I

March hung a week in the sky a shiny chip of hope only crushed shells in my pocket I need to see the future file the edges of my common sentences, try to collect oxygen for the absent sky. I... Continue Reading →

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written under my nighttime eyelids, saints hold hands, die over again

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