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Sep 2012
throw a hundred stones i’ll bring them back
from underneath the water
wait for you on the shore until you’re
dripp
ing
with
riv
er.
and i can see half of your skin.


i hate remembering the blue glow of the moon
Kate Louise
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Kate Louise
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