Tag: tanka
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Day 14
you offer to wipe the snow from my car yet again there is no way back now, I cannot even pretend
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Day 10
I dreamt of Franko last night; we slipped together easy, sighing hard, and watched an old woman die dancing bold in the next room
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Day 9
soft drumming of the vent below the floor, window rattling; it is the wind that owns day and night, not sun, not moon
