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gravel beneath our backs and headsbites like little blunt teeth aswe lie alone in the desertbeneath a night sky strewnwith lights like grains of sand.we name the Pleiadesas…
Isn’t it a tragedy a pity a shamethe reason we’re all here today waiting for the detective to leap on the table likea Labrador eying the Christmas turkey…
As SpaceX blasted off to relocate everyone to Mars,a planet where it was hopedthey could forever leave behindwar and poverty and famine and sorrow, Croatian composer Dora Pejačevićsat…
i cut myself loose from gravity, spenda homesick light year crying about theview out the window. so much empty,and only my body to fill it. pick a star…
bridges collapse and highway exits burn.three hundred miles of razor wire / glass / salt. i call home at two a.m. and only the silencepicks up. i’m the…
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