PROJECT
REBUILD
HOME
ABOUT
RANDOM
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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