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popcorn

… my fingers are too buttery to lace with yours, and the floors are sticky with regret. it’s no one’s fault, but as the credits close all i’m left with is my own salt.   .

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maple syrup festivals

… the morning pools in on too-sweet amber feet, and i am bic -ker(n)ing with the sun again. stamp me out in caramel-coated ink, some sacred link to a sky unspun. my morning self knows map -led songs, leaves sticky … Continue reading

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