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patterned steps

sun in the blinds, spilling like new and winding growth over the bark

slowly becoming, waiting, old bark covered in soft vines and other reminders

ink running off the end of the pen, fleeing, dreaming

gaps between the chiming roots, a song in progression

chandeliers carved from old stone towers

candle wax whispering long-forgotten poetry

prism glass, collected and spun from wind beyond the valley

void-burned stars glimmering, despite the astronomers' declarations

patterened rain and felted cloud
gathered in the distance
the song is somewhere on the lips
of the future

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spread and heated

a family can be a bunch of cuties and the collective dismantling of the carceral state

lights in alcoves within the tree bark

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Queer Garden

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