Q: How does it feel?
A: It's like sinking.
It's sour cherry red, dripping fire down your throat
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the morning dew,
and spread her arms
in the wind, while
the storm she
survived blew into the
distance
Q: How does it feel?
A: It's like sinking.
It's sour cherry red, dripping fire down your throat
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At first, it seemed a movement of
spontaneous joy;
a pause,
a stretch of arms and hands,
a
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"I killed a man before, you know."
It's 3:12 pm, an awkward time for us to be preparing food. I'm not sure if we're making a late lunch, an early dinner, or just afternoon tea. I've been
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