Category: writing
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3am settles around us like bedsheetsmy name is the holiest prayer on your lipsi would have you kiss me into oblivionif it wouldn’t interrupt the elegant soliloquy rolling off your tongueas you elucidate over alabaster cavestucked within my wallstell me more about the starsi lassoed for you in another timei invite you in again and…
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stoned woman eating pretzel bread at aquarium has no need for god or money the bread is still warm in her hand, the inside soft and chewy and hot. the salt crystals bite her tongue, stick for a moment before dissolving. she sways on her feet along with the kelp forest; it’s the rhythm of…
loose threads 