older cities, from ‘untouched in the capital of soon’
city 121 My memory isn't what it will be. Povertavoid, avidsad, handbefore. She wants a flowermysonisdead. * city 122 We get our thunder from snow's dream. A baby invents kneeling with a fork and an outlet. The wind is slowly eaten by what * city 123 There's not much to know, really. The puppeteer sleeps all day and the fisherman all night. Hide your hair in your mouth. * city 124 Pop-up books about sleep. The rabbitwater ocean. No one is the one keeping god alive.
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