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2017-08-20
stars & distance


I've been alone in this room, watching my hands turn grey, for fifteen years. I tucked all the manuscripts in the wall insulated with breath, silence, and pornography. I view my future hospital as a launchpad blasting me through the gravity of memory and regret. I want an eternity of stars and distance.


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