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… -fall: she makes her self (invisible) (invincible) (indivisible) impossibly small. curls into the sly smile of that wily harvest moon. rides out the storm by counting stars. carves her name in songs without a sound. flying, she is frozen. … Continue reading

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To Arms, To Arms

(His) This world’s gone all cracked and cattywampus crazy again and oh, I wish we could be ghosts with transparent skin and checkered hands, polka -dot spots that say king me if you can. It’s a big ol’ mess down … Continue reading

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