Month: July 2016

Allâk

all of my edges are rough i am the truth of the north imprinted of rocks, of sea of barren land of the fox we straddle both life and death       but we must choose the better lay bound like a blood hound allagok all of it. every last word. on fait peut-être…

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Katsek

A natural cadence about it — sometimes, the exact width of my patience. I pencil you in indefinitely. Let’s not make a racket. It is always autumn in my heart no matter what set of eyes meet mine. We are different kinds of broken – none of us whole (strength in numbers) Someday I may tell…

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