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#7 I fixate on my grandma's hands, the knots which make her bones, the ribs pulled together that shape her palm, purple splotches aching between finger and thumb, knuckle and ...

#6 My skin is a kiln, steam filtered through pores and breath. Perhaps that is why when I touch you, everything is wrong? I taste desert dreams and a mirage ...

#5 They railroaded me. Five hands pulling and shoving until the metal was my face and I understood what it meant to be penned like cattle. It was only once, ...

#4 Gratuitous, like too many stars falling from the sky. How can we sing through time speeding? This breath is caught by light breaking into our mouths.

#3 There is no point to me; I know you thought we’d only be a minute in the stacks of this dusty library and now we have been here a ...

#2 i walked blind through the river reeds like small hands curling about my ankles the wind was a gully deep and mournful under the thick stars i stood staring ...

I have brought @Demeter with me as support: Now Come at me, bro.

NaPo #1 It was summer Heat drilling down our skin In thick freckled lines. The tennis courts sang With tension and hard red clay, You played until darkness fell, Not ...

PCrew is always the best. We don't need to count members to be cool, we just are.

Clearly you shouldn't be banned, as you're one of the only sensible mods posting at the moment. Thank you for being so professional.

Look, I know it's good to let off steam sometimes and we're all having a good time, but really guys, how many of these threads are you going to make? ...

Princess, Princess, Princess. Someone is the Queen, but I'm afraid it isn't you.