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january 25, 2007colombian black & deep kissing ceramic lips, siphoning sunday mornings from an ossified heart. freeze. in cantonese, five signifie…
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lets get lost in washington square park, miscalculating midtown geometries and wondering why the hierarchies that matter don't transfer into the real …
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the incredulity with which she says “i used to have a crush on you in high school,” nine years of unkempt seconds ringing modal in blushing ears, a ru…
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this is where i wake up to sore calves and sepia tone, the rainbow reflections of my chakras’ crystal melting to g. love’s rediscovered slide guitar o…
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the US-17 turnoff wasn’t the only sign I missed that Saturday, trunk full of unopened sodas and buddies in the back seat. three years later, nine hund…
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