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Mar 2016
you were made of
good intentions, thin hips,
and soft shoulders.

i was weak,
with bruised knees,
and thought with my lips.


if we were to ever agree on a god:
he would be physicalβ€”and he
would know our secrets.



he would be made out of them.
"i feel so lost without her"
Byrd Joel, Red House Painters.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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