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where i am from is where i am
its a circle i never quite fit inside


i draw hope with a heart and over the i
in your name. over and over down the page


Bad Love Vol. Next: meekness, her weakness, her weapon
she bottomless hunger hangs limp from the last of his smile


we are flesh. we are builders. who
laid tracks over our temples, our toes?


Carlos has landed in Cali today and no longer needs
the worn foto he kept like a map to a private treasure