PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Echoes in the long and constant.

Bitterness toward me but I don't glitter

My soft refusals are all blades and movement.

The stucco.

We'll die here. 

Not elsewhere.

Can reality flash into fantasy? 

There has to be a better formula.




 

Leah Decoran

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BIO:
No one told me there would be math.