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the girl hates bios, mirrors. loves the sky.

… she is sans serif 10-point type, often italicized never bold. she is onion paper see-through skin. easily erased, truth untold. she’s scribbled whim and ellipsis salt, ridiculous blessings, cacophonous grace. she’s words in margins, indigo fire. moon swallowed, sunset … Continue reading

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Dancing Naked in an Electrical Storm

.. Nothing to see here. I have grown comfortable with the tempestuous nature of thunder. You can count the scars in my tempered skin against this angry sky, trace them with your fingertips and steal their sylla -bled stories. I … Continue reading

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