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Is that the ground below me or your feet?

Bet: A shell cracked open and a soundless force slammed into the sky. Omens: She didn’t look when she crossed the street. Point-of-sale: Poke a hole in anything – logic, a balloon, a throat. 113 more words


Choices I

What, my love, hast thou forthgone
in the black and misty shades of dawn
Where, my love, hast thou forlorn
my heart, my neck, my sunny morn? 163 more words