not far from me, moon,
when the night we
thin clothes in their clothes
indigo.
childish when I wake up stunned
emanating essence of feeling.
not stay away at night,
when the stars do not stop laughing when
slash my beautiful
your crimson ribbon. Upcoming
publications (if breakdowns permitting): Monday
25, short story, untitled
Wednesday 27, shorted: Counterpoint
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