Dice.
I’m high as I’m hi Justine I
Anastaysia, via Siri
M and I used to talk in high school about poets; about whether, though she was the one who wrote, I was the one doomed to be.
I hunted heaven
for him.No dice.
Too uppity,
it was. Not enoughmusic, or dark dirt. . .
Kevin Young, PietÃ
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