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and the moon slips by, in silence

she’s focused on her own un -doing, the waning of her wiles, the extinction of her ink. she thinks the world is flat, forgotten. rotten with unstirred souls. she’s sure of nothing. she’ll salt you clean with ocean sway, the … Continue reading

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