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by Michael Sutherland I look at your complexion and see my sky. Your freckles are the stars; I always try to memorize the constellations they… Read More »Atlas
by Michael Sutherland I look at your complexion and see my sky. Your freckles are the stars; I always try to memorize the constellations they… Read More »Atlas
by Kristen Walsh acceptance, n. You didn’t question me when I carried a pegmatite rock the size of a human infant into your car.… Read More »A Dictionary of Ex-Lovers