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Breathing Space.

"touching grass isn’t enough, I need to plunge my hand into the chest of my enemies and pull out their still beating heart" —@bryan.town

Hate.

"pale full moon"

dust of my deeds scatters
stars adorn the far-thrown
the black shepherd blasts me
to pick blindness miner

dust of my deeds crops up
notebooks dour with scouring
labyrinth-sure lostness
i ladle out of radar

Raga In Asia Minor.