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November 15, 2013

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crecsent moon

Isaac

I saw your face in the post office again.

Literature, Poetry
{Poetry} More Sadly Sane

{Poetry} More Sadly Sane

I wish my mouth was missing. Or locked. Like a gate to the hell it creates.

Literature, Poetry
{Poetry} We Used to Trade Each Other

{Poetry} We Used to Trade Each Other

when I wanted you, I wanted you in pieces of color like cloths being cut for patterns, like pieces of quartz ground down and mixed with glue

Literature, Poetry

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