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Aug 2014
Lidless wreath
Blind me with your teeth
Bone white, chalk lines; bitter retreat

I’ll sing through the embers
Of our charred reverie
A brick & mortar apartment
Holding three dead children
We flee.
3:43am, August 19th 2014

Dead things. Or maybe things that never existed.
Akemi
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Akemi
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     s, Akemi, ---, Michael and Elaenor Aisling
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