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Poetry

Celestial bodies refuse to hold hands on their way to bereavement counselling by Caitlin Tina Jones

And why must everything be beneath you, castaway lover? Skyline buffering in the heat, oil-paint-messy, orange light awash with orange ...

Jun 141 min read

You are concerned with being a monolith. With being a museum. Poster board, boy chested, nailed to a crucifix by water lilies....

Jun 141 min read

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