Garner a little quiet corner, a fistful of paper to make your mark, to turn your world into your…
the book falls in love with the reader —g̵o̶t̸h̴i̵c̷ ̸m̴u̶s̴i̶n̶g̴s̵
An ominous spectacleconstellations on the surface of liquidnested porcelain cupsthat break all at once…
Digging into the afternoon,My hands become aware of –It refuses to be named, but certainly,Two sets…
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Hair half up so I’ve slipped into an old skin,