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beaches (1)

you frown in your beautiful portrait, seeming dead way ahead of time, in your weak blue oval of enamel sky. what’s wrong, my little peach? tonight a wolf’s eyes will glow violet in a forest you’ll never see in a place you can’t know. is that it? and, somewhere, is a whole beach made of […]

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