The breeze carries sticky caramel sweat through long summer days with no lunches I have packed up all of my old worlds and have brought it for you tales of youth spoken through long-dried acrylic color chemical stories stored for good on yellowing canvas move-in day is unearthing unnerving revisits to past lives in past…
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Move-in Day
Insects
baby, I was the kerosene provoking the fire that fed our hearts we connected too flawlessly spontaneous combustion together we could burn miles of forest for years and years to come but I think the heat was a little too much and even though I know one day the flames of our fire will lick…
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gypsy blood burns hot embers left in an abandoned fire that warm nothing we must keep moving, karma licks at our ankles you must look out for yourself do not return home. for even the jackdaws will steal your gold
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