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Jul 2017
weeping sun
raining hot sweat like little metal tacks

they'll come back for you, wading through faded glittery cornfields and mirage-ridden orchards.
stay with the grasshoppers and eat the ruined, dusty crops. you'll probably grow antennae after a few weeks (just like i did)
kansas is scary
bea
Written by
bea  cuernacow
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