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Feast

Every utterance, meat and bone in a mutable feast, in which you, as chef and patron alike, come to understand the nature of appetite in relation to words seasoned for infinite digestion.

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Roseblood

I could feel the music of a slow future dying inside me. And the past very much alive, like shimmering beatific flowers, like luscious night-thistles. The past is a changeable feast. Except it is a feast that eats and eats … Continue reading

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