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  • Twelve Thoughts on a Tuesday

    I forgive you. Please forgive me, too. I am trying to grow up.

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  • Sasquatch on Valentine’s Day

    Roses are red Violets are blue Somewhere in a snowy woods Sits a Sasquatch thinking of you

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  • Sky Writing

    I love him let me imagine a life outside of it let me melt myself wider into a different space under a new sky one without the clouds always forming the shape of his name

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  • Ides of the Dancer

    She understands death before rebirth. She smells such secrets in the morning air scented in your honor: crisp, feral, transitional. There is a tincture in autumn ether; the decaying fruit will later spill seed. She can sense your world in these dewy vapors so free so free with your secrets; your masks so uncertain these

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