these days that fell out of my pocket and i picked like pebbles to count between cupped palms, they look back at me like a child with his head on my knees, hiccupped and hungried. god calls me in the morning while the egg yolks are setting and say… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader home alone perfectsublimemasters June 11 these days that fell out of my pocket and i picked like pebbles to count between cupped palms, they look back at me like a child with his head on my knees, hiccupped and hungried. god calls me in the morning while the egg yolks are setting and says we should plant peonies in the […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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