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nothing is beautiful, but for context. -
iron nukkas
the first day of summer, at dawn,
we threw our things in the back of my car, and left.
( we were finally free ) -
frozen frozen frozen
i call you and you say, "it's lovely here but i want to come home ( Read more... ) -
butterfly harvest
i'm trusting the dead air of this heartland town ( Read more... ) -
your mountain monastery
you congregate and gnash your teeth ( Read more... ) -
passions
no one is ever only a child ( Read more... ) -
the greenbelts behind your house
my childhood was the summer of ninety-six ( Read more... )
