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Sorry, June
June is gathering like a storm on a prairie horizon. Soon, this has to break. And the sky will have to fall, whole and full, straight to the ocean, to the waves, to the crests and sea foam. We’ll rejoice, god moving the traffic of the summer past our doors, shooing away the marine layer,…
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I think I want to shed my body and walk my bones around Alone Muscle and sinew free Just cold bones and hidden marrow Nothing left to feel the wind
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