Some Softly Falling Rain How can we talk about love? It’s a glass tumbler full of flames, coiling up like flowing hair, tips evaporating in space, then… read more
In the Fullness of Time In the fullness of time when these rolling premonitious eyes are sealed shut and this mouth corked the heart in its canopic ja… read more
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