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  • EVER HEARD OF FAITH?
    166 33 8

    "you of little faith," were the words i heard as i hear plates crashing in the living room, as i smell the fire burning the sheets on my bed, as i feel the bruises on the sides of my arm, as i sense the pounding of my heart, writhing to leave my chest and fall onto the floor. bloody & wounded. & here i am hearing thes...

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  • waters (interlude)
    92 20 7

    my body dreams of the ocean it could never touch

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  • stone locked
    342 31 13

    I have lain here ever since you stepped on my feet

  • sacrifice
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    all ended with her eyes, hell, purgatory, paradise.

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  • (im)permanence
    370 85 20

    on a raw planet of false belonging

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  • eating
    256 43 7

    honey in my breakfast (cover art by adams carvahlo)

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  • maelstrom
    132 25 2

    in april, the skies shattered; life and death french kissed

  • rearrangements
    404 117 16

    i fell so ceaselessly

  • lily hills white
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    SUSURRATE LEVITICUS THROUGH THE BERMS OF MY WEATHER-BEATEN THIGHS.

  • HOLY IS THE SIN
    746 104 3

    celeste and sara fall in love in martigues, a small town in southern france, in the summer of 1979.

  • gag on sequins
    208 23 3

    a mess of poetry & prose © 2023 cracking my skull to pour in the eggs - i bake something from this love & ache

  • theatre
    583 130 17

    flux hunting

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  • winds
    404 98 12

    poetry

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  • rememory
    442 101 11

    should we leave?

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