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Jul 2015
everything forms hazily in my head, enters through a complicated set of arrays & processes, switch on a light so we can see, oh, but the bulb is out and our store is so far away, sing me to sleep, talk me to death, licking dust off the windows and scouring mold from the dead fruits, all is well when I'm chewing the pale white crust off my lips.
this is disturbing but also contains one of my favorite lines i've written
ashe williams
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ashe williams  nashville
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