We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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brought up for war
Runabon grew too, and like her father she found herself a boy and was fine with it and the two of us drifted
Juice
In a bottle, out the tap, I got this juicy goo in my veins. Whole stop. Gummy mummy waxing effigy, midnight the museum move like molasses statue sneak self-robbery or self-delivery. Goal stop. Hold the field’s revolution, take the cake claim the game, drink the juice jugo sluice open gates red punch river feed the…
boy
In the aftermath of fighting for my life at least twice my soul lay like an ash field of nightmares and memories of how I survived, but there
Not sure where to start? How about…
Jordyn Saelor 