maturity isn't a critical incident
a dirty needle
I don't know what happened
I'm now mature
mastercard minutes
Rush
sirens of coffee
worryaway
Mount more
of
sin faces
none of them, shaped like a god
Sara Gilmore, The Green Lives
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*Railroad*
I late was called to distant slush
The early angel in me noonless
A breeding blankets
That will not fail
To meet you. Lately I own my wa...
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