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remember and forget
rough cut botanical
season two
seòladh-tillidh
she’s waiting for the sunset
skin hunger winter love
still intact, gelatinous and perfect for swallowing
symphony for a fraying body
tainted memories
tenderfold
that what moves: does the leaf know
the SPIRE.
the apollo project
the poem exists, the book does not
the tearoom generation
the variable
there alone
this is all there is
truth: 1 Night, 1 Room, 3 Baddest Bitches
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