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sun after rain a fox dares me to cross her path
The wind rhymes with the sound of their pants
brushing against their legs. The music must shift
to a higher register, whenever the diesel trains roar. ...
little girl sweeps herself across the park a pretty burn of yellow cloth ...
We have velvet theories about boys becoming men, the mysteries of plumbing ...
Do my ears look big in this? You’d tell me if they did, Right? Cause my forearm clashes with my pants. ...
I am a chick You don’t call it lit But I read it. I am the protagonist The girl who loses part of herself ...
ten billion light years away a star explodes its light still out there building the iron for my car the dust that built our planet earth ...
She bought a new car, a 4WD, and for the first time in her life, she was still unhappy.
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right now in the midst we fly