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You can see the world from up here. It makes me scared to ever look away. I recall first seeing you in this light, and how the silver darted off your lips into the unexpecting dull of my retina. White […]

A Speck On My Conscience

The first drops of sunlight sit still atop your forehead; your skin’s milk fusing with the white underneath. Every atom of your being rises slowly as you breathe as if composed of fragments laid out where you’re spread. Leave a […]