Dear one, the sea smells of nostalgia. We’re beached and bloated, lie …
Dawn Lundy Martin
What is the sound of sounds …
When the bed is empty, we pull the shades to block light, …
I could be your …
If they would only just beat or shoot me, but they wanted soul substance, to harbor that like that, so I could never move from this place. So they reach crackled hands inside and hold it open for raking ... …
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