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[onlyonetree]

state route 160 to pahrump, nv

a lavender dusk (my first) turned round like an egg
or a stone in the hand to be examined, breathing snow air slightly
through a clenched fist- shell touch to a fingertip tracing, hesitantly,
along the arc of the evening’s first stars; pocked moon, a fishing weight
to anchor the heavens, flooded with cobalt, into a long

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[violethugstreez]

The first line is one of the best I've seen in a long time.