unicorn conspiracies
The mirror has family
Look, we are
in the garden
of brevity
(by very little, separated
)
No forgiven intimacy creates a star fast enough to keep memory in the kissed forehead of a burning child
Ohio deer
practice
freezing
Right, left
I hear my wife saying
to my son’s
wrist
in a dream, The last
church to hear of god’s death
sends an angel
to the first
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