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May 2016
i.
i'm choleric and that's nothing new

ii.
wrapped in a quilt, i toil and sully our sarsaparilla love

iii.
in the frosty morning
an ancient beast rears its head

iv.
it implodes quietly at the bottom of the mekong

v.
this isn't language; it's pornographic license
orchards
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