old tree limbs
hold a crow in the window
he's resting
(living off it, feeding on it)
(living off it, feeding on
there's crayon on your wall again
illegible declarations
he was in your
Stay sweet and stay clean
You're an empty bed with the
I wish I was a mole in the ground
I wish
There's a scar on a mountain where a river used
I spent the night in a sunken city
Drinking deep from
i saw the signs on the front porch on a
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