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On The Occasion Of Your Anniversary
Peppermint on my tongue to wash away the taste of bourbon and cheap hotel rooms. In that place where sand touches water, the liminal space of borders, where one thing becomes another, I constantly find myself wanting to correct my … Continue reading
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