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some sleep carries dreamsto a far heavenI watch them rollbeneath your eyes sandsperched in dunes, trailingbroken chimes. the flower moon seesyou in your bedon a forest floorwhere moss makes barksoft. Arms folded, youcatch leaves from theblanket wind. sleep finds you withoutdreams your face turnedto the trees still standingsome nights seaContinue Reading

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we have kept our pantry full of deep kissesstolen maid-butler style hugs meant for spouses.we have kept our shame voices low on the phone,a better picture than the real thing. whispersmake weakness clear. We are cracked full in ourshells. Made for everyday wear-and-tear, uniformscover it well. I am not theContinue Reading