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21 May 2018
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14 May 2018
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7 May 2018
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7 May 2018
You may have dreams— / and they do, in their dreams / they are naked and shadow-blued / in front of a mirror
30 Apr 2018
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30 Apr 2018
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23 Apr 2018
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16 Apr 2018
In the old days, Scandinavia hibernated four months out of the year, living off reserves of sap and fat, waiting for the sun.
9 Apr 2018
What they know / peeks through. In the cadaver they see finally / that the heart is not a delicate thing
2 Apr 2018
Crimson candles burn / Flame-tips taper to the wind / The morning air is cooling.
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