and the way the desert, as an idea,sits apart and reacts to you. it is watching to see if you will make it out alive. or if you are one of the dead girls strungup first economically and then aggressively or if you arethe red stain left across the hands and thealtar. as long as… Continue reading poem: lately i have been thinking about heat
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 