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Dear Raven, The naked mole-rat intentions that rashesthe film of your eyes nudges the clay whichcrumbles in a whisper, spotting a flutter,hissing into the dust I bite. Bathe under your chalky roof, sculpted fromliquor-sweet caresses that anchor yo
Audrey, don’t float away. You’re only as light as a cloud. Fragile like thin ice over a puddle during the first freeze of the season. Lifeless like a balloon without helium.