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Nocturne

And time continues to make fools of us all. It reminds us that it is a river. The river that you can’t step in twice. Because the second time it’s not the same river. What’s more, we are not the … Continue reading

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the hook beside the fan

the hook beside the fan runs incarnadine like your eyes turning red with the green smoke of memories masquerading as dance in our paranoid conversations in our soot black minds our black tongues magnified on walls with kites that hold … Continue reading

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