Category: 365 Collection
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How do you report a government to itself?
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It was on this spot of shoreline that Ben’s body had washed up, almost a month ago now.
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A blast of Granda’s biscuit scent fills my nose
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watching the sun bear eat star fruit call it a first date.
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Scales like quarters glinted in the wintry sun
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He said an eagle needs the sun on its wings, needs the vastness to learn to fly.
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the god is the machine, swooping in to halt the peat
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I don’t think I believe in god.
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I wrapped you in my arms so we were close enough to catch the thin light between our bodies
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Everything wants to spring, to live out its deepest impulses
