nicole-hammond

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a prayerdear god of needle prick and poisoned well / i pray you find my mother / cold and dry and unfeeling
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Aug 23, 2016
red sky in the morningi watch the sun rise at my mother's feet on a monday morning. i watch my mother writhe as i watch he
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Jul 27, 2016
exodusmy mother traded her body for a future tense. my mother gave her flesh as ransom for a life cancer h
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Jul 7, 2016
heat of formationthere's a summer growing in my mother / there's something burning / blistering something soft / my m
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May 26, 2016
sunburneverything that smokes isn't always a gun / but sometimes it is / God doesn't always come in a pilla
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May 12, 2016
the futurewhat i see is a generation of funeral pyres / what i see is children being scattered like / seeds sc
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Apr 19, 2016
the streets change their namesi took a lighter to all the love i had left / left the ashes in a coffee can on the mantle / like a
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Mar 25, 2016
runs in the familywhen this sickness has become the identity of your anatomy every scratch that doesn't bleed out is a
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Feb 25, 2016
in the beginninga star of burning conscience falls out of orbit and you find yourself, a moon, on a collision course
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Feb 16, 2016
quasari still wonder if you feel like a black hole without me. / i wanna know if i could ever hold you / i
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Feb 15, 2016
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