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Everyone remembers everything eventually

Our first encounter was as moon slugs slavering through the glass tilth of the regolith, confined to parallel trajectories the earth sun baking the...
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The pig nest

There is a pig nest horse eye violet and threaded with wool and steel in the upper branches of the lurching night willow The pig nest is invisible,...
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You bombarded me with platitudes until my bunker shook until my nose was filled with mustard gas and lexicography Your precious moral turpitude...

The duplicity of witches

For my 35th birthday we lay in the shed at the bottom of the garden of our two by two amongst a cornucopia of rusting metallurgy. You wore your...
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Tangerine static

Butterfly kisses of frost