What
makes a life worth living. Too young to run the country. We pride ourselves on
being civilized. The red right hand. Cosplay: Hellboy, Buddy Jesus. More or
less is not the same. How much, he asked, do feet weigh? Wheels. Behind a
counter, sketchbook. How do I describe this loss? August is the saddest space. A
small cut, deepens. Gentle, sweet through the air. Sailed away. You can draw a
straight line. Asks to be loved.
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