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IWANU GA HANA
not speaking is the flower
Thursday, September 7
curdled against ma las night
.
she humned and she thumped
.
and i was inside her again
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i saw you flailing in the wind. white like the roach that once came out of my basin. je t'aime, moi non plus. iwanu ga hana. not speaking is the flower.
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