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down down that lonely road pruned with the stale blood of the cold cats already struck on the street why is it that i must fall in love with the moon and the unreachable they come for the fences first bold barriers to people like me those who will select the right perfect … Continue reading
Love, Every day, it piles. All I need to tell you. All I haven’t. Some of it is trivial. I have a cat. Her nails are long. She scratches me. Some of it is important. I have a cat. Her nails are long. She scratches me. And it is this repetition of both, in both, … Continue reading
cy is short for cyan, which is supposed to sound like sigh, and i do. her name was meant to be hissyphus. a parody of the gods, i got her to give meaning to the mythos of grey, to move the rocks i did not know how to. she doesn’t roll. she sits on my … Continue reading
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