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in your absence I welcome pale thoughts of your body lying on dewy grass grasping the pleasure of earth with both hands you smeared the sweetness of...
The stones are lined out to throw. Baz has the broken bricks. We crouch behind the second-floor balcony of the flats. He peeks to see if he can spot the hearse.
I wander beside the desert unfurling like a sea of chrysanthemum petals wondering, Do fish swim under those diminishing curves? For sure, there are...
When my father died, I asked for the body and they put it in a bag. It was a lot heavier than I thought; I had imagined a certain weight, I had scoped it out in my mind, but for some reason it turned out to be much heavier.
I am standing on the corner of Main and Second when I suddenly become self-conscious of my sweater.