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he looks hurt from behind that eye patch, the choker, the bare chest
August 2, 2021
I'll tell you something
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
Do your wings make a sound? Sometimes I swear I can hear them
Evensong blackbirds sing eleven songs backwards
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