— Origen is writing another letter at his desk to the bishop: when you pray and lock the door, it will stay locked— worlds grow in this, mummified like a palm tree wrapped in…
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Life in a Foreign Country by Kathleen Heil
The body is a map of my own mysteries (here we say «they» not «my») I am …
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halos, we’re no angels, in pallets to paint; coronas lights! we’re un- tried, for cameras do tie; tangles Image by: Bricolage108
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the green masque no the halls, of the market; am empty, no wear. of extension the story says, know massacres; are banal, intension red. Image by: Failing_Angel
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they are all: dying, we will know. them by their. waking; dead will all they were: we, dying will know. us by them. Image by: Cobalt123