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Sometimes we howl.

When my classmate’s cow died in the name of science they winched it onto the junior high football field just as the sky started to spit small white pellets

Poem of Respite Written with Ultraviolet Light With daylight in your pocket and balcony at your feet,take this: a sheet of kisses, sheet of respite, for even the dusk-drunk sky bows down in esteem of ...