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sixty one degrees: ‘fractured from the fall…’

Two ~  Ryan Adams Moon waning, lightning’s heart root. Night shadows germinate, and bloom. Sharp lines blur and fade. Groping, directionless. Blindly waging wars, project outward the broken. Upon a … Continue reading

November 30, 2012 · Leave a comment

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