The fake flowers
take gentle peeks...

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When my heart is drooping...

I find him in the sand,
rocking back and forth...

My kinship: cultivators of bays and shorelines,
abstract climbers of mountain sides near the sun...

I never plant these contracts
and fertilize their soil...

Disbelieving streetlights flicker
whenever I walk under...

Lilliana's birthday is in just two days...
Haven't you heard? She'll turn eight this year...

On that October eve,
I was like a gazelle...

He lives his life for the world and no one else,
coming to an understanding that it will care for...

I tried to picture the scene
before the chaos, before the badges...

We wash our hands with
the souls of the forgotten...

Yesterday, I stood in
front of our Courthouse...