Notes
requiem for vistas that held back time
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If she were a boat, you'd say
the moon shines through her ribs
an no one's steering,
yet she can't be said to be drifting;
somebody's in there.
(M. Atwood)
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sepiae March 20, 2017
výxceosebit. love CdS
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