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Love, death, church, and werewolves
This poem from Scout is a guilty reflection on the hyper-intensity of a relationship which was supposed to be casual and the tendency to look for salvation in the things that kill us fastest.
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I have started having dreams about the world ending.
Maia Armistead writes of catching dusty butterfly wings in her mouth at the end of the world for her bad apple debut.
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the death of me
Death makes its presence known, arriving in a mood or a state. Unpredictable and unkind.
Tag: death
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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