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i could not sleep last night. i could not breathe in the darkness. there are books in my bed in place of you. anne sleeps well tonight. emerson rests on yr pillow. a book of eric white is opened to a page where ganesha stares with his multiple human eyes. there is no sleep for us. there is no sleep for the troubled ( Read more... )

there is paint in my blood. it is mixing with whiskey. things are tangled. darling ( Read more... )

sometimes i cannot control my hands. it is frightening ( Read more... )

She kneels over the bathtub as he washes her hair. gently. black dye swirls down the drain. she can see slices of her reflection in the spaces where the water is clear still against the white tub. Something is changing inside him. She knows it ( Read more... )

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