we count sea shells and made room to breathe
lives proposed a designated rift
still i lay close to await the graze of your fingertips
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- ten hairs sinking into the pores of my leg in the ...
- your bed is an ashtray
- "The Giraffe" by Laureano Albán
- clasped refracted displaced ashtray spliced erased
- gazing lovingly is almost foreign
- "you have children everytime you go to the bathroom"
- last of the 6
- What sorry excuse you are for a muse
- shitty sonnet
- the CAT
- a girl called mary
- lady of your thoughts
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- float
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- An Atmosphere of a Minotaur’s Tomb
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