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thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die

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coagulation

on my tongue driven dead leaves fall on blood stained face streets full of rain tiny fractures stained table cloth fingers standing still she hears each of his lies she listens for his breathing hark, the call of birds his false shadow, painted skin a child cries  coagulation  she stands on the edge of space waiting/…… Continue reading coagulation

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