imagination

  • Mango

    Sweet rotten gold, hefty and warm and bleeding itselfDry like the throat of a songbird. It can sing no more,But…

    : Mango
  • Gas Stove At Night

    The enemy is closing in. GentleLicking indigo flags. In the dark kitchen theSmell of gas protesting against ignition. All the…

    : Gas Stove At Night
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