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If I stretch myself thin and in-to the ether fog all these mirrors and mute the sky,can we start over?   squish our hands into this clay and mold new  hearts from nothing. holdfresh names on un-quiet tongues?  here, smudge yourself sane, and i’ll do the same.  … Continue reading

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