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ISSUE:  Fall 2016


the bloodshot eye cannot swallow any more red sunset rose after sunset rose in the mouth of the field godless we sleep like animals unmoved by mothhead I need water to see again I need to see the water again I need you to wake to witness what the water can smother my heart is blue like fire I made you an ocean pure enough to drink before breaking why is your heart like the sky—symmetry I don’t need my hands to say anything your hands are also clean






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