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  antique coldness in green bars— hunting is negative 10 degrees. thousand intersections in savage trails— i gasped. i lost my bottled water. whisky drops left me retching, i return to the so-called distress. over and over i flip and … Continue reading

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Black veiling on her head A mammoth of sores It struck the nucleus Of her centered Venus Her tears like tides of river Those currents are stronger Pricking as many needles Oh pain and the hurdles A woman of sorrow … Continue reading

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