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Tag Archives: Love
whose feet almost almost walk air they outlive my father while his clothes remain unexplained i obey him even though he forgets my name i lay beside him in a tiny lake full of oxygen there is a vinyl stillness, … Continue reading
rising a mouth to holy i am ~ addicted to the coolness of your throat ~ A probable stroke
Yet my anatomy invests Diagonally the strictest Of ahh’s and shh’s A homage, a truer age Upholding the largest verb
Your skin Tightly tucked Beneath my nails Beneath my mandible Slowly hovering Slowly loving me
A prose, much too magnificent Dies, and begins to grow I witness and discover A much more acuter cause Myself as myself