ep #44//...drinking your storm while tying our alphabet shoelaces gets exhausting, but I was thirsty so…a drowsy arm reaching  -thoughts shaken into a jar. Tide-pools at the crest of the sun, exhaling ruby discs at the shallow (the chapstick in my pocket is warm). Viola puttering in the chamber: I swallowed three thorns while you were on the toilet. Dnes, zitra…"Hallelujah!" cried Leonard Cohen~

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