And the day a mist bloody hectic day of war Brothers drenched in blood Sister heads to bush Mothers breastfeeding the dog Fathers in tunnel Their return uncertain. The turning...
O Death, I salute you the pliable merciful herald who ushers one out and in, transiting between life and death. Seen as the end but negate breaking bodies down to...
yesterday i smelt you on my fingers as i tried to straighten my mustache triggering memories of where they’ve been the damp crevices traveled, in pairs and the sounds they...
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