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i have been studying the structure in conversations you think i can not translate thinking about gardens soul mates and suicide. you were wonder..

calendar steadyburn through the window and on to the floor. i keep busy peeling layers back; one day i might find something worth saving. hipb..

i dreamt that we had tea just before it was nice in spite of the cold. we weren't scared at all.

i lay perfectly still as you pass me by save for sleepless nights when its too dark to close your eyes your fingers fan my edges pages push c..

shut behind doors covered in cartoons and chewed bubble gum i keep busy naming constellations that peel. redcursivesmiles stuffed in a bed sha..

i'm building a tree house barefoot where the sun is always setting orange. days like glass jars without lids spent filling with water set out..

you're holdingthe past in a sifting pan swirling s**t murky water searching for a stone left un-thrown. you might be hopeful knee-deep in disg..

small plastic squares should do fine enough to keep the past from leaking out. i don't want your silence or empty handshake. i don't need your ..

just feet dug through earth in a hurry, "fill your basket we're leaving." the gardens weep for their gutless selves the harvest is over,i know.

i light the days last cigarette indian style. the porch has become a bathtub and my body stretches up intothe starless blur. just a tangle of gi..