A grape, perfectly ripe when picked. May it glisten with dew, ferment on fingertips—verdant little child for melting like old snow, for vivisecting like a cow eye, for recalling to non-existence in its nauseous perfection. Let the annual rememb… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader May my heart be perfectsublimemasters March 18 A grape, perfectly ripe when picked. May it glisten with dew, ferment on fingertips—verdant little child for melting like old snow, for vivisecting like a cow eye, for recalling to non-existence in its nauseous perfection. Let the annual remembering and forgetting inform our children's miscarried, too; they'll tease fruit-skin homilies for their breath; damn, best […] Read more of this post Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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