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Alexandra Hall

Flamer This fever has cooked baby birds into jerky, cured stiff for the gash of puppy teeth. O-hail the crab grass needling sockets wet...

Abigail Pearson

Teeth Shall I bite you again? My strangest lover, Your morose words spoke to me Tales of my darkest fears The ones you read on my palm....

Mariel Fechik

& the end I spend the morning pouring costume jewelry down the heavy iron drain and my grief does not go down with it The grinding metal...

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