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Who died and made you
I’m sorry that the pencil I gave you // to write out the list of how the day had wronged you / had a lead so soft it collapsed into the page / …
Famous flower print
This life is the kind where we’re vine-climbing / Pointing out our very favorite things (that are round) / In the evening everyone comes over for…
You can’t call it Tuesday
You have this way of putting things so they’re true. / You have these gray skies. Open that mouth. / / We call them “rock doves.” Come with…
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