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octoberallover she touches my arm & i feel like i can carry more than i would ever allow myself i am used shoes & she is beautiful divine like the ...

there is a part of me that is still clean snow, flushed face with cold hands she lays on her stomach & watches tv, scrapes dirt from under her fingernails ...

untitled my sweet archive requires death, wilted beauty a home adorned with the weight of dozens of corpses & perfume on the tip of my tongue, sticky mouthfuls of pollen ...

itwascoldwegotcold i am saying 'she' sweeter because 'you' is out of my vocabulary now she, she, she the way she leans against me at the park the way her tongue ...

queenofherownparade there is a part of me that is still clean snow, flushed face with cold hands she lays on her stomach & watches tv, scrapes dirt from under her ...

untitled here i am incarnate & here i am in carnations & here i am walking my dog in the evening we trudge to the field near my house, sit ...

weeds are not weeds if you love them / i sleep in the field / dew on my neck, i forgot my pillow

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