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[ And weightless, in a sealed room
we chase the sunrises at high speed
and sicken with longing for a green stalk
or the heft of something in our hands. ]

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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Dawn

  • she/her/they/them
  • a lot and not at all
  • Warden
  • Comes and goes
  • Origin somewhere like here
  • Birthday Jan. 1
  • kind of defies house placements
  • Title: the Unending
oct 18 2017 ∞
may 18 2019 +