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M.J. AdamsexclamationI’m not a fan of exclamation marks because they feel like lyingJul 14, 2019Jul 14, 2019
M.J. Adamshot frost on organic canvasIt is difficult to look in the eyes of the eternal just fooling itself that it is a girl who must look forward and hold onto things.Jul 14, 2019Jul 14, 2019
M.J. AdamsWhat Am I Thinking?What am I thinking? I’ll tell you, lift lids and slide flesh open, set free the blue smoke and green triangles, pour out the old sea…Jul 14, 2019Jul 14, 2019
M.J. AdamsWill We Be Tomorrow?Before the calendar keeps cadence, feeling it there, red-leaf-eyed and whispering — soft decay incarnate. Pumpkins. Sweaters. Pies in head…Jul 14, 2019Jul 14, 2019
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