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our moonlight is silverfish swimming for sun-bred children. they dive off the porch, shirtless, bronze throats smiling with newborn gills.
last night I dreamed of dragons
If you play a note high enough, it becomes a beam of light
Fields of sunshine bloom as the midnight in her dress falls away, replaced by moonlight.
King of the Grey Islands
cancer kids hangin around out by the trains
Clytie
Knoxville: Summer of 1915
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