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hellohello

you don't get to know you don't get to know.

where is this place

you don't get
this place

where do you get to
where is you
where do you get to
you know you don't know
you get
you get
you get
this you don't get
you is this place



you reach for it you reach it
where do you get to  where where
howwhen

you reach out outreach environment.

cudgel.

"Man alive, we are reaching way back in time for our heartbreak tonight."

Even though we all knew that we were doomed from the start, somehow everything seemed so full of promise. We questioned whether or not love was a viable response to sexual stimuli or if it was something else entirely, some yawning desperation. Some great and horrifying beauty that we could not possibly reveal for fear of the unknowns of the forgotten things.
Was there ever a together in the sense that we wanted there to be? What separation anxieties do you breed? What names do you give them? Loves, loves.

Rockbag

He shrugs into his finely knitted overcoat every night late at night as he marches out into the tundra or the steppe. He carries a bag full of stones and a shovel. That is all we know. He has two extra teeth that grow out of his jawbone. They are tiny and round, but there is no mistaking them for not teeth. The odds are in his favor for being a failure. He has a dished face. Sincerely yours.